Quotes About Artistry

Any pipsqueak can roar like a lion on paper, because grand words cost little, whereas delicacy—the delicacy of Chopin for example, persevering to the extreme, tense, elaborate—requires effort and character. —WITOLD GOMBROWICZ,

Of a young actress: "She is pretty, and tactfully concerned that the optical pleasure she provides shall not be disturbed by technical requirements any more than necessary.

Minne, pâle comme une nuit de lune, se réchauffe, un peu blessée, à ce feu de couleurs, et parfois, toute nue au soleil, un miroir à la main, cherche en vain, à travers son corps mince, l'ombre plus noire de son squelette élégant.

We have to play what is actually in demand, and we have to play it as well and as beautifully and as expressively as ever we can.

Besides language and music mathematics is one of the primary manifestations of the free creative power of the human mind.

Every shift is a work of art.

Once he had watched Liz making a silk braid. One end was pinned to the wall and on each finger of her raised hands she was spinning loops of thread, her fingers flying so fast he couldn't see how it worked. 'Slow down,' he said, 'so I can see how you do it,' but she'd laughed and said, 'I can't slow down, if I stopped to think how I was doing it I couldn't do it at all.

The dull-hued turkey apes the gait Of lordly peacock, richly plumed; And thus the poetaster shows When he would fain his verse recite.

Man may be considered as a superior species of animal who produces philosophies and poems in about the same way a silkworm produces their cocoons and bees their hives.

Men den, som skall bli diktare, är ingenting alls annat än ett åtlöje för Gud och människor, förrän han redan blivit erkänd och berömd. Därför måste han under alla de långa läroåren hänga en falsk skylt över sin dörr och låtsas sysselsätta sig med något som människorna anser aktningsvärt.

Rules are different for poets.

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

Brambleweft starts to sketch- billowing skirts and cunning little capes, corsets stitched with fanciful creatures. Butterflies alighting along arms and in elaborate headpieces. I am charmed at the alien vision of myself- my corset will have two golden beetles stitched in what looks like a breastplate, with Madoc's moon crest and elaborate swirls of shining thread continuing down my front, and tiny sheer drop sleeves of more gold.

I pass trays of spun-sugar animals, little acorn cups filled with wine, enormous sculptures of horn, and a stall where a bent-backed woman takes a brush and draws charms on the soles of shoes. It takes some wandering, but I finally find a collection of sculpted leather masks. They are pinned to a wall and cunningly shaped like the faces of strange animals or laughing goblins or boorish mortals, painted gold and green and every other colour imaginable.

I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.

I am a galley slave to pen and ink.

Existen palabras que, semejantes a las trompetas, a los címbalos o al bombo de los titiriteros, atraen siempre al público. Las palabras belleza, gloria, poesía, poseen un sortilegio que seduce incluso a los espíritus más toscos.

An artist should be as impartial as God.

With most people, not describable as artists, all the finer part of their vitality goes into sex. They become third-rate poets during their courtship. All their instincts of drama come out freshly with their wives. The artist is he in whom this emotionality normally absorbed by sex is so strong that it claims a newer and more exclusive field of deployment. Its first creation is the Artist himself, a new sort of person; the creative man.

Two musicians could play the same notes and sound entirely different. Intonation was everything.

It was like watching someone play the violin beautiffully. You couldn´t conceive how they did it.

She was back on her skates, twirling expertly

The funny thing is that I write and I act a lot about being Jewish, but I don't really think about it as a regular person.

I feel caged in my mind, its like my flow doin time. I goes crazy inside but when it comes out its fine.