Quotes About Gallery

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How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.

Urs Fischer specializes in making jaws drop. Cutting giant holes in gallery walls, digging a crater in Gavin Brown's gallery floor in 2007, creating amazing hyperrealist wallpaper for a group show at Tony Shafrazi: It all percolates with uncanny destructiveness, operatic uncontrollability, and barbaric sculptural power.

I'm noticing a new approach to art making in recent museum and gallery shows. It flickered into focus at the New Museum's 'Younger Than Jesus' last year and ran through the Whitney Biennial, and I'm seeing it blossom and bear fruit at 'Greater New York ' MoMA P.S. 1's twice-a-decade extravaganza of emerging local talent.

Auction houses run a rigged game. They know exactly how many people will be bidding on a work and exactly who they are. In a gallery, works of art need only one person who wants to pay for them.

I see 30 to 40 gallery shows a week, and no matter what kind of mood I'm in, no matter how bad the art is, I almost always feel better afterward. I can learn as much from bad art as from good.

Appropriation is the idea that ate the art world. Go to any Chelsea gallery or international biennial and you'll find it. It's there in paintings of photographs, photographs of advertising, sculpture with ready-made objects, videos using already-existing film.

She says if she surrounded herself with work by mediocre artists all day she'd slit her wrist with frustration. What do you mean? I find it inspiring. When was the last time you saw a Latina artist in a gallery? I never thought about it like that.

History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies.

him. He spent more than three hours in the Uffizi Gallery, staring in wonder at its famous works of art. His entourage tried to keep him moving. Behind him, Mussolini, who had never willingly stepped foot in an art museum in his life,1 muttered in exasperation, "Tutti questi quadri…"—"All these paintings…"2 But Adolf Hitler would not be hurried.

He looked at the portrait hung on the wall behind him. It was one of the gallery's most popular pictures, Guy Kinder's brooding portrait of the crime writer, Ian Rankin, sitting in the Oxford Bar, the haunt of his fictional Edinburgh detective. Ian Rankin was looking directly at Stuart, making Stuart avert his gaze.

Poiché mi sembrate un intenditore d'arte, vi chiedo il permesso di mostrarvi un giorno o l'altro la mia galleria, ricca di quadri antichi, tutti di grandi autori; i moderni non mi piacciono. - Avete ragione; essi hanno, almeno, un grande difetto: di non aver avuto ancora il tempo di diventare antichi.

I think artists are really the root of a tree. They can search for truth or reality in their own way, and the gallery can support them - the outside part of the tree, where it is more about reaching the outside world, connecting with the outside world. That is the role of the gallery, no? Why does the artist have to do that?

When some people were going around being surf bums and tennis bums, I was being a gallery bum. I really liked galleries.

Street artists need to get back to actually doing things on the streets instead of in the galleries where they all seem to be ending up. I hope this term 'street artist' falls from the face of the earth, in my honest opinion.

There are days when I can hear men tying their shoe laces in the gallery.

History, it is easily perceived, is a picture-gallery containing a host of copies and very few originals.

One sees that history is an art gallery where there are few originals and many copies.

Life is politics, basically, but you don't just go to a gallery and put the words 'art' and 'politics' on the wall.

For my face?" "It has been my fortune before to-night, Bunny. It has also given me more confidence than you are likely to believe at this time of day. You stimulate me more than you think." "Your gallery and your prompter's box in one?

She had quite possibly drifted into acting because of her father's connections in showbiz. It would have been that or some sort of PR or work in a posh Mayfair art gallery. I also remembered his divorce, which had been all over the papers. He had left his wife for a model not all that much older than his daughter.

There used to be rather serious firewalls between the artist and the buying public - the gallery, the publisher. And technology demolishes that wall and basically says, 'Self-promote or die.' And that is a bad head for any sort of artist to be forced into.

My father was a self-employed textile agent, and the shop below his office was an art gallery.

But daily life and art occupy different space-times; a museum, a concert hall, a page of text, an art gallery are more likely to be experienced as refuges from daily life than as its venue.