Quotes About Creativity

Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average, ordinary, everyday, boring tree. Breathe life into it. Make it bend - trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch - perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

Revision means throwing out the boring crap and making what's left sound natural.

I think you have a lot to say. I'd like to hear it.

Picasso." He whispers like a priest. "Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.

I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.

Maybe I'll be an artist if I grow up.

Maybe they're planning the next Project. They could mail snowballs to the weather-deprived children in Texas. They could knit goat-hair blankets for shorn sheep.

Why not draw naked guys, just to be fair? Naked women is art, naked guys a no-no, I bet. Probably because most painters are men.

I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world.

If I ever form my own clan, we'll be the Anti-Cheerleaders. We will not sit in the bleachers. We will wander underneath them and commit mild acts of mayhem.

Me: All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

Picasso. He whispers like a priest. Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, moulded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.

A group of little creatures is coming up the walk. A pirate, a dinosaur, two fairies, and a bride. Why is it that you never see a kid dressed as a groom on Halloween?

Cubism. Seeing beyond what is on the surface. Moving both eyes and a nose to the side of the face. Dicing bodies and tables and guitars as if they were celery sticks, and rearranging them so that you have to really see them to see them.

Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to Art.

Welcome to the only class that will teach you to how to survive" Welcome to Art.

am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

When we were girls we rode horses disguised as bicycles

Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to art. This is where you find your true self, if you dare(16)".

He is hunched over a spinning pot, his hands muddy red. "Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive," he says. "Welcome to Art.

Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Picasso sure had a thing for naked women. Why not draw them with their clothes on? Who sits around without a shirt on, plucking a mandolin? Why not draw naked guys, just to be fair? Naked women is art, naked men a no-no, I bet. Probably because most painters are men.