I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.
We are all artists painting our desires on the canvas of life.
Are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
I have no idea how long Quisser was gone from the table. My attention became fully absorbed by the other faces in the club and the deep anxiety they betrayed to me, an anxiety that was not of the natural, existential sort but one that was caused by peculiar concerns of an uncanny nature. What...
All of us had problems, it seemed, whose sources were untraceable, crossing over one another like the trajectories of countless raindrops in a storm, blending to create a fog of delusion and counter-delusion. Powerful forces and connections were undoubtedly at play, yet they seemed to have no faces and no names, and it was anybody’s...
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...
A lot of the hip hop artists don’t write music. They write words.
As artists, we have to be brave. If we aren’t brave, we aren’t artists.
But if modesty is interpreted not as diffidence or self-effacingness, but as non-overweening, a realistic assessment of the job to be done and one’s ability to do it, then you might say the chief virtue of excellent artists is their modesty…But knowing your limits and going to them isn’t arrogance. It’s greatness of spirit.
I like messing around, and I like working with artists who I respect.
I think all artists need to try to improve, or their work gets stale.
An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.
He never looks you straight in the eye; or if he does, it is somehow vaguely, indefinitely; he does not pierce you with the hawk’s eye or the falcon’s gaze of a cavalry officer. The reason for that is that he sees, at one and the same time, both your features and those of some...
They’d lived their lives on tightropes, never knowing where the next paycheck was coming from or if one was coming at all, their personal lives a mishmash of backstage affairs and dressing room brawls endured for the brief heady adrenaline rush brought by the orchestra’s overture and glare of white lights.
Then Martine said: “So yuo will be poor now all your life, Babette?”Poor?” said Babette. She smiled as if to herself. “No, I shall never be poor. I told you that I am a great artist. A great artist, Mesdames, is never poor.We have something, Mesdames, of which other people know nothing.
Some people are really drawn to technology and I liken them to artists.
Artists,” he said, “are people who say, ‘I can’t fix my country or my state or my city, or even my marriage. But by golly, I can make this square of canvas, or this eight-and-a-half-by-eleven piece of paper, or this lump of clay, or these twelve bars of music, exactly what they ought to be!
Possible reality [is obtained] by slightly bending physical and chemical laws.
I will admit that I wanted to shout for standing on the top of a scaffold in front of a good new wall always goes to my head. It is a sensation something between that of an angel let out of his cage into a new sky and a drunkard turned loose in a royal...
It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates. Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality. Like him, they deal with the verities of time and space, life and death, and the heights of exaltation as well...
The craving for recognition is every artist’s Achilles heel.
It’s not an artist’s job to change people or save the world.
To be an artist was to have failure as your constant bedfellow.
Artists are agents of chaos. It is the artistsjob to encourage entropy, to promote chaos. Idols must be killed, icons crushed, beliefsshattered. It is the artists job to encourage legitimate, unadulterated, raw thought andemotion. Art that does nothing new, that simply fills an established role, is not art.It is a product. A stale, stagnant product...