You want me to explain myself! give me a brush, not a pen

If you want to create a masterpiece, you must always avoid beautiful lies.

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls- The Consumptive. Belsen 1945

I like living, breathing better than working…my art is that of living. Each second, each breath is a work which is inscribed nowhere, which is neither visual nor cerebral, it’s a sort of constant euphoria.

Christian.

In such a person, sadness breeds purpose; finding inspiration in the darkness and often times, I believe, they will impress a hell onto their own lives in order to re-create it, that others might suffer...

Art is my Life.

The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.

It’s not mural art. This is someone trying to sell a product. This is commercialism. You have a multi-conglomerate operation coming into the city and breaking our laws.

We are building a state-of-the-art business school to bring High Point University’s most popular major to a new level, … We are eternally grateful for the generosity of our friend, Phil Phillips, whose name we...

Picasso.” He whispers like a priest. “Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, moulded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.

Artists and artisans both demonstrate with perfect clarity that a person is least able to appropriate for himself those things which are most peculiarly his. His works leave him as birds do the best in...

The source of our art then is not in the achievements of other artists in other days and lands, although it has learned a great deal from these, our art is founded on a long...

When the world asks “what was it like?” Only the photographer can say “See!

Those things are better which are perfected by nature than those which are finished by art.

Like art and politics, gangsterism is a very important avenue of assimilation into society.

…What I depend on is a vigorous audience that can discover sweetness and light, beauty and truth, beyond the ability of the artist, on his own, to create them.

Artists are often the barometers of society.

Nobody should ever receive more money for a work of art than the artist who produced it.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Imagination creates reality.

The ultimate message of this book, though, is not that should strive for publication, but that you should become devoted to the craft of writing, for its own sake. Ask yourself what you would do...

Remember when we didn’t know that colours can mix and form other colours. When we were not introduced to strokes that brushes can form, when light and dark were not necessary for the picture to...

Trying to express yourself is more powerful than trying to be the best.

Look, I don’t see why bad artists – I mean artists who are obviously incompetent… – why they should be presented hypocritically as good artists just because they’re supposed to be advancing the frontiers of...

Why Dream?Life is a difficult assignment. We are fragile creatures, expected to function at high rates of speed, and asked to accomplish great and small things each day. These daily activities take enormous amounts of...

A few people can understand the art, others just look at it and walk away. So what! Not all heads are packed with brain, some of them are accommodating emptiness.

There must always be two kinds of art: escape-art, for man needs escape as he needs food and deep sleep, and parable-art, that art which shall teach man to unlearn hatred and learn love.

Design is an art, creative artist must have a beautiful mind

Stories of absurd events in life get my creative juices flowing and have so far given birth to some of my best ideas.

Work hard. “Suit yourself, then you’ll know at least one person is pleased.

Not “Seeing is Believing,” you ninny, but “Believing is Seeing.” For modern art has become completely literary: the paintings and other works exist only to illustrate the text.

I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible.

Creativity is at the heart of every stupid idea . . . creativity and stupid are interchangeable . . . because everything inherent to that kind of creativity requires breaking away from the norm, going...

… an artist is a person first. He is an individual. If there is no person, there is no artist.

The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn’t much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with...

Art is not ideology. It is completely impossible to explain art on the basis of the homological relation that it is supposed to maintain with the real of history. The aesthetic process decentres the specular...

Creativity is an act of defiance.

A great magician is as divine as God and his stage is as majestic as the paradise.

Creation pulls something from an abyss of nothing. Startups take the something and give it to those in the dark, at first, perhaps, for nothing.

Yoga is the art work of awareness on the canvas of body, mind, and soul.

I don’t get writers block. I get writer has too many ideas and doesn’t know which one to start next, block.

…failure with clay was more complete and more spectacular than with other forms of art. You are subject to the elements… Any one of the old four – earth, air, fire, water – can betray...

SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.

Sometimes it is better not to talk about art by using the word “art”. If we just act with awareness and integrity, our art will flower, and we don’t have to talk about it at...

My art is an attempt to reach beyond the surface appearance. I want to see growth in wood, time in stone, nature in a city, and I do not mean its parks but a deeper...

I am really Chloe Anthony Wofford. That’s who I am. I have been writing under this other person’s name. I write some things now as Chloe Wofford, private things. I regret having called myself Toni...

I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.

No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that...

But why didn’t you just ask me?” I set down my fork and glare at her. “Because you were sleeping,” She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay.”I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn’t intended...