Color is only beautiful when it means something.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

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...

Every artist has thousands of bad drawings in them and the only way to get rid of them is to draw them out.

Observation is a dying art.

During the act of making something, I experience a kind of blissful absence of the self and a loss of time. When I am done, I return to both feeling as restored as if I...

… I find myself most drawn to: art that has arisen from a deeply personal conversation between the artist and the work at hand. It is art that walks perilously close to the Edge, that...

I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The...

I think her favorite thing about our . . . collaboration was her actor and musician friends rubbing shoulders with my academic colleagues, she liked the atmosphere of challenge, the way anything that came under...

If the photographer isn’t going to pay attention to the picture he is making, that if he thinks the camera is just a machine and not an avenue of expression, then he has no business...

It’s just a chair,” but I like to think it’s more than a chair. I like to seek deeper meaning in things, even inanimate things. I know this makes me sound like a complete nutcase,...

Competition is the death of art.

This is the dialectic – there is a very short distance between high art and trash, and trash that contains an element of craziness is by this very quality nearer to art.

Qui cache son fou, meurt sans voix

Storytelling–that’s not the future. The future, I’m afraid, is flashes and impulses. It’s mode up of moments and fragments, and stories won’t survive.

Writing is the art of remembering and forgetting. You must forget what you’ve already written, because if you’re dwelling on your old material you can’t write new material, and you must remember all you’ve written...

Now let’s talk about dreams. Yes. Dreams. I believe that dreams are one of the best thing in the world. It’s so powerful. Because of people dreaming; things are being done and things are being...

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life...

drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,within I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns

It’s not enough to be the best. You also have to be seen by the most. A masterpiece painting hanging in the storage unit of the artist who painted it is not art—it’s irrelevant. It’s...

I want to be the guy who the guy you admire admires. I hope his name is Guy, because I admire M.C. Escher.

Snuggling is an art. And I’m no Rembrandt—I’m a cat. I am pure cuddling genius.

Show me what a people admire, and I will tell you everything about them that matters.

Individuality is the highest, deepest form of art.

We want to encourage younger art fans, 21 and up, to come out for a night of dancing and for a chance to appreciate some great art.

Some part of me knew that I could play this part well, or better than well. But I was almost afraid to play it. The line between stage and life was so fragile here that...

An idea is salvation by imagination

Horse[Man you will find herea new representation of the universeat its most poetic and most modernMan man man man man manGive yourself up to this art where the sublimedoes not exclude charmand brilliancy does not...

I know the empathy borne of despair; I know the fluidity of thought, the expansive, even beautiful, mind that hypomania brings, and I know this is quicksilver and precious and often it’s poison. There has...

Art was as much in the activity as in the results. Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

For half a century photography has been the “art form” of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? to the designer of the camera? To the finger...

First rule of restorations. Never do what you can’t undo.

Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.

Lines that are drawn makes merely drawings which is Art separated from Life.

I don’t want these. They’re mud and they’ve got no color. Or at least the color is different from what I’m used to. Take any American city, in autumn, or in winter, when the light...

Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.

The knowledge an artist possesses is an advanced form of daydreaming.

You break through the veil whenever you strap on a sword or chant the ancient verses. You escape when you write a poem or a tale that brings beauty into the world. You are set...

Distraction leaches the authenticity out of our communications. When we are not emotionally present, we are gliding over the surface of our interactions and we never tangle in the depths where the nuances of our...

Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers…

to look at a work of art and then to make a judgement as to whether or not it is art, and whether or not it is Christian, is presumptuous.

Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.

She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She’d remain outside the public sector. She’d be an anarchist, she’d travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself to be...

The BlessingHeads are covered by the Tallit, or prayer shawl; hands are extended out with the fingers splayed to form the shape of the letter Shin, the first letter in the word Shaddai, a name...

I abhor the supreme folly of those who blame the disciples of nature in defiance of those masters who were themselves her pupils

he best thing to do is to loosen my grip on my pen and let it go wandering about until it finds an entrance. There must be one – everything depends on the circumstances, a...

Dignity is not a symbol bestowed on man, nor does the word itself possess force. Man’s dignity is a force and the only modus vivendi by which man and his history survive. When mid-twentieth century...

All the products of one period have something in common; the artists who illustrate the poetry of their generation are the same artists who are employed by the big financial houses. And nothing reminds me...

There’s a point at which when I start to know a man well–this isn’t true of women–I wonder whether there’s something in him that’s evil. Something that’s pure and can’t be touched. This quality of...

A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being “eternal children”, etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art...