The only prophecy the artist can make with confidence is that he and his message will be misunderstood by a world that values all the wrong things.

Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist’s career.

Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot...

…leaning over the bright display among the back aisles of a forbidden arcade, rows of other players silent, unnoticed, closing time never announced, playing for nothing but the score itself, the row of numbers, a...

She preferred the quiet solitary atmosphere, to create in her own world of paint and colour, the thrill of anticipating how her works would turn out as she eyed the blank sheets of paper or...

I quit smoking in December. I’m really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist’s life,...

Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I...

You know how creative people are, we have to try everything until we find our niche.

One should embrace the artist’s profession only after recognising in oneself an intense passion for Nature and the disposition to pursue it with a perseverance that nothing can shatter – thirst for neither approval nor...

What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face...

I was lucky to live in New York when it was dangerous and edgy and cheap enough to play host to young, penniless artists. That was the era of “coffee shops” as they were defined...

Your special spiritual gifts and talents are your calling.

What if your art could provide everything you ever needed or wanted in life?

The greatest artists express their inner self; an artist paints her rage; a writer pens his fear; a dancer expresses her sadness through movement; and a musician’s loneliness echoes in his performance.

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

We can either own our circumstances and be creative in them, or we can throw up our hands and say, I cannot be held accountable because the conditions are not ideal.

The soul of an artist cannot be muted indefinitely. It must either be expressed or it will consume the host.

I can create my imagination because i am an Artist.!

The sooner you finish procrastinating, the sooner you can get back to your art.

Why is joy not considered a fit subject for an artist?

Where the Divine and the Human Meet” shows how important it is to meet the world with the creativity of an artist, particularly in these uncertain times: “What do we do with chaos? Creativity has...

I am an artist. Any artist knows that their creations, their pieces must express an array of human emotion and experience. From the juvenile and innocent, to the erotic and the dangerous, and everything in...

The artist lives to have stories to tell and to learn to tell them well.

Remember: It costs nothing to encourage an artist, and the potential benefits are staggering. A pat on the back to an artist now could one day result in your favorite film, or the cartoon you...

You’ve always lived a life of pretense, not a real life– a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.

Nude paintings and sculptures are called “art” only in the museums..Outside of the museums, It is “Absurdity” and “Vulgarity”.To respect your own creative talent and the prosperity of your “art”, let only the Gurus critique,...

The canvas is the door to another dimension. The paintbrush is the key.

A writer’s heart, a poet’s heart, an artist’s heart, a musician’s heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world…

In retrospect, I think those people dressed in costumes walking up Montparnasse must have seen someting before anybody else did. When they looked at me and said, “This guy comes with us,” I think it...

Where there is a true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity.

I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.

In my experience, what every true artist wants, really wants, is to be paid.

Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh

Judging your early artistic efforts is artist abuse.