In many ways an artist is his work. It’s difficult to separate the two. I think I can be brutally objective about my work as I create it, and if something doesn’t work, I can feel it, but when I turn in a finished album — or song — you can be sure that I’ve...

Frame everything and some of it will become art.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

Dancing is to music what a beloved wife is to her husband. Both of them are so in love, you can’t separate them.

There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.

We are bored in the city, to still discover mysteries on the signs along the street, latest state of humor and poetry, requires getting damned tired…Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov)

We must change life,’ the poet [Rimbaud] had written, and so the Situationists set out to transform everyday life in the modern world through a comprehensive program that included above all else the construction of ‘situations’ — defined in 1958 as moments of life ‘concretely and deliberately constructed by the collective organization of a unitary...

Typical artist,’ said Granny. ‘He just painted the showy stuff in the front… And what about these cherubs? We’re not going to get them too, are we? I don’t like to see little babies flying through the air.”They turn up in a lot of old paintings,’ said Nanny Ogg. ‘They put them in to show...

We have a good working relationship with Art and he has a good working relationship with us.

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.

Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.

Who wants to know? Like it’s any of your business…. so I happen to like art work…. don’t expect me to show you my magic marker collection, either…. they are for me and my special time with my Mickey Mouse ears! And some of the chicks, of course… but just the ones that I really...

The tools are real. The viewer is real, you, the artist, is real and a part of everything you paint. You connect yourself to the viewer by sharing something that is inside of you that connects with something inside of him. All you have as your guide is that you know what moves you. All...

Fine art refers to an accomplished or advanced skill being used to testify and reveal the knowledge, ability, and wisdom of the creator. There is no art more exquisite than the work of the Master Artist Himself. Even those who choose to deny Him credit for His own creation are often engaged as an admirer...

Berlin was charismatic in the roguish way of a love… It was a lover who was a little dangerous in ways that didn’t always show, keeping you a bit on edge, a bit in love and endlessly forgiving because he made her feel that she was exactly where she was meant to be… Berlin made...

When we are attuned to our inner voice, life becomes art and art becomes life.

Pour qu’un produit majeur de l’esprit soit capable d’avoir aussitôt un effet vaste et profond, il faut qu’une affinité secrète, qu’un accord même existe entre le destin personnel de son auteur et celui, général, de ses contemporains. Les hommes ne savent pas pourquoi ils célèbrent une oeuvre d’art. A mille lieues d’être des connaisseurs, ils...

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

The artist is a collector of things imaginary or real. He accumulates things with the same enthusiasm that a little boy stuffs his pockets. The scrap heap and the museum are embraced with equal curiosity. He takes snapshots, makes notes and records impressions on tablecloths or newspapers, on backs of envelopes or matchbooks. Why one...

Entertainment is about the way things should be. Art is about the way they are.

Gene [Siskel] often mentioned something François Truffaut once told him: the most beautiful sight in a movie theater is to walk down to the front, turn around, and look at the light from the screen reflected on the upturned faces of the members of the audience.

I would simply ask why so many critics, so many writers, so many philosophers take such satisfaction in professing that the experience of a work of art is ineffable, that it escapes by definition all rational understanding; why are they so eager to concede without a struggle the defeat of knowledge; and where does their...

It is impossible to see how good work might be accomplished by people who think that our life in this world either signifies nothing or has only a negative significance.If, on the other hand, we believe that we are living souls, God’s dust and God’s breath, acting our parts among other creatures all made of...

Art is my life and my life is art.

In some ways, art is the most terrifying of human inventions. It preserves the right to undermine all the categories. The history of art is the history of iconoclasm, the history of some new voice saying that everything you know is wrong.

Without atmosphere a painting is nothing.

Get the few main lines and see what lines they call out.

Art is the giving by each man of his evidence to the world. Those who wish to give, love to give, discover the pleasure of giving. Those who give are tremendously strong.

Don’t worry about your originality. You couldn’t get rid of it even if you wanted to. It will stick with you and show up for better or worse in spite of all you or anyone else can do.

… one cannot read a book: one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader. And I shall tell you why. When we read a book for the first time the very process of laboriously moving our eyes from left to right, line after line,...

Curiously enough, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader. And I shall tell you why. When we read a book for the first time the very process of laboriously moving our eyes from left to right, line after...

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

We will be happy if we can get around to the idea that art is not an outside and extra thing; that it is a natural outcome of a state of being; that the state of being is the important thing; that a man can be a carpenter and be a great man.

Sometimes we do grip the concert in a human head, and so hold it that in a way we get a record of it into paint, but the vision and expressing of one day will not do for the next.

Art is simply a result of expression during right feeling. It’s a result of a grip on the fundamentals of nature, the spirit of life, the constructive force, the secret of growth, a real understanding of the relative importance of things, order, balance. Any material will do. After all, the object is not to make...

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can […] be closed with a shout of recognition.

Art is magic, and art is powerful. Art saves lives- I really believe that. It gives us courage and compassion we might not have on our own.

Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds,

Pull off your socks and try with your feet.

Life itself has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates of Einstein, of revolution. In this new projection, the best-known formulas and objects become displaced, fantastic, familiar-unfamiliar. This is why it is so logical for literature today to be drawn to the fantastic plot,...

Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought.(“Literature, Revolution, and Entropy”)

I haven’t the slightest idea what art is, but to be a painter is something of which you have to prove.

It’s a lost art in our society to help others to this extent. Our pilots use their own planes and fuel to serve those with certain (conditions).

All great art contains at its center contemplation, a dynamic contemplation.

Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Rare and powerful harmonies exist,Shaping both scent and contour in a flower.Thus brilliance lies unseen by us until,Beneath the chisel, it blazes in the diamond.And thus do images of fleeting vision,Drifting above like cloud-forms in the sky,Once turned to stone live on from age to age,Held always in a faultless, polished phrase.(“A Sonnet To Form”)

Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite.

I saw myself as reviving a certain mode of life, a mode that had been almost lost: the contemplative life of the country gentleman, in harmony with his status and history. In Renaissance times they had called it sprezzatura. The idea was to do whatever one did with grace, to imbue one’s every action with...

That’s quite all right,” I said. Sfumato, that was what the painters called it; a blurring or elision of the lines, the kind Leonardo had used to give his Mona Lisa her beguiling flux.