Quotes About Artist

It became like a symbolic thing, to be "an artist." After Duchamp, I realized that being an artist is more about a lifestyle and attitude than producing some product.

Everything depends on the attitude of the artist toward his subject. It is essential.

I knew he had something that so many of my other students were lacking... desire. Not just the desire to create because for an artist that desire arises with no conscious effort- like lust.

Even though it was enormously successful, there was no growth going on at all. They were very hard years to get through, to find any sense of purpose. I wasn't allowing myself the service of being who I really am as an artist. I'd given myself dreadful parameters in confining myself to merely what I presumed people wanted. I never wanted to do this. I never wanted to be out there pleasing people. I wanted to be really stubborn and have people like what I like, not give them what they like.

Magic and art arise from an egomaniac's insistence that the artist is right, and the universe wrong.

One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.

Show me somebody who really knows what irony means and I'll show you a bullshit artist.

Part of the reason I actually preferred Twin Peaks's second season to its first was the fascinating spectacle of watching a narrative structure disintegrate and a narrative artist freeze up and try to shuck and jive when the plot reached a point where his own weaknesses as an artist were going to be exposed (just imagine the fear: this disintegration was happening on national TV).

Or like just another manipulative pseudopomo Bullshit artist who's trying to salvage a fiasco by dropping back to a metadimention and commenting on the fiasco itself. (p. 158)

I hope the artist who illustrates this work will take care to do justice to his portrait. Mr. Clive himself, let that painter be assured, will not be too well pleased if his countenance and figure do not receive proper attention.

En résumé, [à toutes les époque], le meilleur artiste restait encore un artisan, le plus humble des artisans était un artiste.

Looking to the mountains around us, I saw that the mysterious artist who comes at night had paid us a visit. I wondered how he could paint so many different colors in one night; red, wine, yellow, and rust.

Pierwsza moja Wizyta u Witkacego: dzwoni?, otwieraj? si? drzwi, w ciemnym przedpokoju potworny karze? ro?nie - to Witkacy otworzy? drzwi w kucki i z wolna si? podnosi?...

Well, I was sort of a jack-of-all-trades in show business for a long time. I was a singer and a dancer and then I got a job as an actor.

A galinha funciona como uma metáfora do artista: um ser imperfeito que produz uma obra superior a ele próprio, enquanto a magia da criação artística é vista como destino de vida e, sobretudo, como uma forma de transcendência e de via de escape da banalidade e da mediocridade.

Sabías que la poesía no es jamás sólo tuya, como el amor, sino de todos; no es el poeta el que crea las palabras, decías y declamabas, es la palabra la que se le hecha encima y le hace poeta...

Art and relligion are not professions: they are not occupations for which men can be paid. The artist and the saint do what they have to do, not to make a living, but in obedience to some mysterious necessity. They do not product to live - they live to produce.

Art is the outward integration inspired by the artist's inner disintegration.

But we can't expect every great artist to have a great soul. If more of them were like Verdi, we could read artists' biographies for uplift; but we would be so repelled by Wagner that we would forget to listen, or by Picasso that we would forget to look.

I find that any self-respecting artist must be, and in more than one sense of the term, an émigré. —WITOLD GOMBROWICZ, VARIA, VOL. 1, P. 203

Tom Stoppard has said that the trouble with bad art is that the artist knows exactly what he's doing.)

I don't think radio is selling records like they used to. They'd hawk the song and hawk the artist and you'd get so excited, you'd stop your car and go into the nearest record store.

The creative talent belongs to the outsider, and to be an outsider is the artist's fate.

He's an artist in London. We don't see him much." Tom gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, "Doesn't he live with you?" "No," said Indigo, finally saying out loud what he had known now for a long, long time. "Not really. Not anymore.