What Is Art Quotes
..if I dont do something on the grand scale, it is that my genius is altogether imitative, and that I have nor recently encountered any very striking models of grandeur.
Nothing is new anymore. We're living in a post-everything society and "art" itself has become satire.
It's fun to be on the edge. I think you do your best work when you take chances when you're not safe when you're not in the middle of the road...
There is no such thing as a perfect drawing, especially if you're ametur.
Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.
cease to regard the canvas as a surface on which to paint a picture, but instead as a surface on which to record an event
While art should never become exclusionary and elitist, any culture which fails to support its artists is only contributing to its own impoverishment. (Beyond Religion, p. 122)
There is only one thing left for you to do, ” John Sloan advised one artist. “Pull off your socks and try with your feet.
He who wars against the arts, wars not against nations, but against all mankind.
The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. So it must be on every original artist to some degree, on me to a marked degree.(from notes on 'Heraclitean Fire')
An original is worth more than a copy.
Originals cost more than imitations.
The morality of art consists, for everyone, in the side that flatters its own interests. People do not like literature.
In my box of sound bites there are no jackhammers, no snowmobiles, no Jet Skis, no children wailing. Music but no Muzak.It's my box. Put what you want in yours.
Concentrate on a single feature – as, build all toward one eye – make all lines lead toward that eye. (Robert Henri)
Magic is the stunning art of surprising your audience, so that nothing else surprises them.
However, as words become particularized, and as men begin - in however small a way - to use them in personal, arbitrary ways, so their transformation into art begins.
This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.
I'm a peasantI'm the muzhikA pest you're destined to play the musicAnd yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly
But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.
gurl, if you were a flower I will plant you in heart, watering you with my blood and cover you with my body.
Art and life are seen to be rich and mutually enriching
One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.
It was amazing what an hour with her sketchpad could do for her mood. She was sure that the lines she drew with her black marker were going to save her years of worry lines in the future.
That is one of the functions of art: to present what the narrow and desperately practical perspectives of real life exclude.
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
I pastiche, I quote, I lie. Fake, forge, forage, fabricate, copy, borrow, transform, steal. I illusion. I’m a genuine deceiver, a shy sham artist.
The notes I can handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes-ah, that is where the art resides.
When someone between twenty and forty says, apropos of a work of art, 'I know what I like, ' he is really saying 'I have no taste of my own but accept the taste of my cultural milieu.
Hey, Meg, " she said without preamble. I need you to write a letter of recommendation for me. I'm applying for grad sc
The survival of my own ideas may not be as important as a condition I might create for others’ ideas to be realized.
The merging of characteristics between different species creates a very powerful language, one that I love to explore through my art, enabling me to tap into the unconscious.
No one but another painter could know the delicacy required to balance the complexities, to keep reality at bay in order to remain in the innermost center of his work.
...that out of the quarrel with others we produce rhetoric, matter for the editorial page, while out of the quarrel with ourselves we create art.
Because all the brilliant ones- they can sing it and they can paint it, but they can't do it. You can't expect them to love you.
Where there is a true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity.