Quotes About Memory

Photography is an elegiac art, a twilight art. Most subjects photographed are, just by virtue of being photographed, touched with pathos.

To think about "oblivion" is to think about "what art is".

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

The year is always correct, also the month, only the day can be another. But that occurs to me only in the moment of writing it down.

Poetry is one of the oldest of all art forms, and one of its powers for shamans and tribal leaders was the mnemonic.

The picture must all come out of the artist's inside, awareness of forms and figures... It is more than memory. It is the image as it lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.

Art does not in fact prove anything. What it does do is record one of those brief times, such as we each have and then each forget, when we are allowed to understand that the Creation is whole.

A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interest in the present.

By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.

While most people in the arts think they have to be constantly looking forward to be edgy and creative....the real secret of creativity is to go back and remember.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

We will die, but art will remain.

Those days she was just a beautiful girl, now she's framed and hung up.

Interviewing is in some ways the art of memory.

A mere chronicle of observed events will produce only journalism; combined with a sensitive memory, it can produce art.

Photography is an art of teleporting the past into the future.

The sea is greater than us - it has its rhythm, its art. It comes with our earliest memory, of respiration, breathing in and out.

But sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot

I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

The artist must manage to make posterity believe that he never existed.

We suicide ourselves for our own survival. Is there any hope of dipping back into the past and circling round it like you can in art?