Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.

And that, I guessed, was the aim of the Lord Chamberlain’s Men: to serve up rich helpings of life to their audiences, to introduce them to people they would never otherwise meet, to stretch their...

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

[Audubon’s works are] the most splendid monuments which art has erected in honor of ornithology.

..giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl,...

Swansea is a town where art is alive. If it became a cultural centre or a resort where art was fashionable and where it was always being discussed but never being created, it would be...

Free-throw shooting is a lost art. It’s not as good as it once was, and maybe it is because coaches are limited with how much time they can dedicate to free throws in practice and...

Because, between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur...

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells. … The success of later Shakespeare is the success of spells, where every element, however uneven, however incredible, is fastened to the next with perfect...

If you have walked into a museum recently – whether you did so to attend an art exhibition or to escape from the police – you may have noticed a type of painting known as...

The craving for recognition is every artist’s Achilles heel.

Painting, it is true, was undergoing a series of -isms reminiscent of the whims of a pregnant woman.

We must live with our hearts in our hands – like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

Though a living cannot be made from art, art makes life worth living. It makes starving, living.

In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we were asked to endure…

If art made you think, then this was Art. Staring at the ball, made of layers and layers of cloth, I wondered about the glass marble at its heart. What if you wanted to reach...

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom...

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it...

The painter will produce pictures of little merit if he takes the works of others as his standard.

I want to overhear passionate arguments about what we are and what we are doing and what we ought to do. I want to feel that art is an utterance made in good faith by...

Visual and performing artists produce art that lives in the present world. The art of the writer exists in another dimension. Through strings of words and phrases writers inspire their readers to imagine, to conjure...

… but he did not tell her, for he realised how petty it would appear to her, and how different from what she had expected, less sensational and less touching; he was afraid, too, lest,...

Art is a side product of a perfect frendship or the lack of it…

In the future, as in the present, as in the past, black people will build many new worlds.This is true. I will make it so. And you will help me.

Everything worthwhile ends. We are in the perpetual process now: creation, maturation, cessation.

No form of Nature is inferior to Art; for the arts merely imitate natural forms

The creative act is not pure.

I want you to trust yourself, baby. Love is all that matters and you’ve always known that. You’ve known, since you were a very little girl, what your life is meant to be about…

You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it neverRises from the soul, and swaysThe heart of every single hearer,With deepest power, in simple ways.You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,Cooking up a stew from other’s...

To create, and to confront, one has to be an outcast.

Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? Why does one love the night, flowers, everything around one, without trying to understand them? But in the case of...

The people no longer seek consolation in art. But the refined people, the rich, the idlers seek the new, the extraordinary, the extravagant, the scandalous.

Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) – how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big...

This was no longer art: it even destroyed the harmony of the portrait itself. They were alive, they were human eyes! It seemed as if they had been cut out of a living man and...

Bad art is always basically creepy; that is its first and most obvious identifying sign

Erik Satie died on July 1, 1925; his last words were ‘Ah, the cows…

Those who lack the guts to create critic.

The death of Valentino is a terrific loss to the screen. He brought it happiness, beauty, and art as perhaps no other has. His loss can never be replaced; there was and can be only...

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.Vice and virtue are the artist’s materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the...

Degas is one of the very few painters who have given the floor its true importance.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

Getting started, keeping going, getting started again – in art and in life, it seems to me this is the essential rhythm not only of achievement but of survival, the ground of convinced action, the...