Quotes About Artistry

My big goal in life was always to figure out how I can make a lot of money so I can go off and make films irrespective of the opinion of the three or four critics who seem to rule the roost.

As an artist, you have to maintain focus and eliminate the distraction of second-guessing yourself based on the opinions of others.

God and other artists are always a little obscure.....

To become a work of art is the object of living.

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

Art, like Nature, has her monsters

The true artist is a man who believes absolutely in himself, because he is absolutely himself.

You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him. He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there. He is a suggestion, as I have said, of a new manner. I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

I put all my talent into my works; I put my genius into my life

You talk books away, he said; why don't you write one? I am too fond of reading books to care to write them, Mr. Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal.

People are so annoying. All my pianists look exactly like poets; and all my poets look exactly like pianists.

But in the case of an artist, weakness is nothing less than a crime, when it is a weakness that paralyses the imagination.

Ningún artista es morboso. El artista está capacitado para expresarlo todo.

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.

et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.)

The workmanship was better than the subject matter.

Girls do go for the finely-chiselled. And apart from his looks, he's and artist, and there's something about artists that seems to act on the other sex like catnip on cats.

with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.

Tricky devils, these novelists. The ink gets into their heads.

The Potter Your whole body is A glass of wine Or sweetness destined for me. When I raise my hand, I find in every place a dove Seeking for me, As if, my love, You were made of clay For my very hands of a potter. Your knees, your breasts, Your waist, Disappear in me like in a hollow Of a thirsting earth Where they lose A form, And together We become like a single river, Like a single grain of sand.

Every day, hands are creating the world -from In Praise of Ironing

Sin mirar hacia ninguna dirección libremente, incontrolablemente se me soltaron mis poemas.