Quotes About Artistry

One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen.

He chooses his language for its rich canorousness rather than for intensity of meaning.

Art, in a sense, is life brought to a standstill, rescued from time. The secret of making it is simple: discard everything that is good enough.

Writers really don't retire, you know. They have to be taken out and shot.

His world was small, an illiterate county seat, a backward state, though from it he fashioned something greater, far greater perhaps than he ever knew. A writer cannot really grasp what he has written. It is not like a building or a sculpture; it cannot be seen whole. It is only a kind of smoke seized and printed on a page.

Si un libro es bueno, el escritor también ha de serlo.

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My preferred method is to be able to suggest a concept and get two preliminary sketches or renderings. Then choose one and have two rounds of modifications and a final polish.

Over the years I've heard some attempts at explanation, and I've jotted them down: • A combination of character, setting, page turning. • A distinctive style, like a Sergio Leone film. • It's who you are. • Personality on the page. • It's something written from your deepest truth. • Your expression as an artist. You'll

What should I do with your strong, manly, spirited sketches, full of variety and glow? How could I possibly join them on to the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as produces little effect after much labour?

She had always wanted to do every thing, and had made more progress in both drawing and music than many might have done with so little labour as she ever would submit to... She was not much deceived as to her own skill either as an artist or a musician, but she was not unwilling to have others deceived, or sorry to know her reputation for accomplishment often higher than it deserved.

It would not be easy, indeed, to catch their expression, but their colour and shape, and the eyelashes, so remarkably fine, might be copied.

She was not much deceived as to her own skill either as an artist or a musician, but she was not unwilling to have others deceived

At his house I often met Henry James. I liked to watch that ingenious spider weaving his webs, but to me he had no appeal.

think of daily life as an ever-moving three-dimensional painting with you as the artist

Pastor Elmore roared out, " Ã¢â'¬ËœOn that day all the springs of the great deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened!' And why was that, my friends? Why did the Lord see fit to destroy his own creation, like a sculptor who smashes his clay with his fist, or a painter who slashes his canvas? Why, because it wasn't right and good! And does the pot revile its creator for this? And does the painting weep? No!

Someday, Joseph said to his granddaughter, someday something will happen and you will want to go back to the carving. You won't be able to prevent yourself; that's just the way it is. The world always somehow takes us back to the chisel. Something happens and we have to respond.

I have pulled threads from magic tapestries already woven and used them to weave my own cloth.

Wouldn't you rather make a sweater or a hat?" "That would ruin it. It would have to be perfect. I'd have to think and count stitches. This way if I make a mistake, it's all part of the beauty of it. My thing isn't perfect because it's a reflection of life. Life isn't perfect. Besides, a sweater or a hat would

I wasn't much good with a gun, but I was bitchin' with an aerosol can.

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

It's magic, Astrid. You have to know how to reach up and pull beauty out of thin air.

It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of meaninglessness.