Quotes About Art

Without a doubt, the best way to get to know me is through my music.

I love music.

As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.

Cedar groaned and picked up her spoon with her bright blue fingers. While the rest of her was the fiery brown of the cedar wood she'd been carved from, her fingers were covered in blue paint up to her knuckles. You could tell a lot about Cedar's current art projects by the color of her fingers. She didn't mind getting messy. She just sanded the paint off.

I'm generally quite an angry person, and I like to channel my anger toward something creative.

the love of beauty above the human is fascism

The wounded cab driver was swearing softly and constantly, and Vertu moved slightly away from him, so as to give him the privacy such a rendering of art deserved.

Art and weaponry would seem to stand on opposite hills, and yet here they were, each nature complementing the other.

What if someone had told me, thirty years ago: If you give up, now, wanting to be an artist, he might love you all your life—what would I have said? I didn't even have an art, it would could from out of our family's life— what could I have said: nothing will stop me.

we cannot keep a line down for long, but must throw it up, out of us, for song, and in the middle of the night, as I sleep with my mouth open, your music sieves out onto the pillowcase, seeping sweets like a hive

And suddenly I see I do write poems in sentences—not broken into lines, but wound around the caesura, making a caduceus.

The X of respects, and the boxing ring's KO, and the menstrual text—my father said, in Kotex code, I break the hex, I brek-a-kex-kex, I bless your art, I bless your sex.

Then the drawing on the label of our favorite red wine looks like my husband, casting himself off a cliff in his fervor to get free of me.

A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it. Maybe in a year I could write something. There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

Everything was female. The books in the library scene were all by female authors. The photographs and art objects were all female. Even the animals—the monkeys, the dogs, the horses—were female. I'm not sure if audiences were aware of that, but there wasn't a single male represented in the entire film, although nine-tenths of the dialogue centered around them.

Creativity cannot flourish and reach its deepest potential without the participation of its demons as well as its angels.

A person's license to create is irrevocable, and it opens to every corner of daily life. But it is always hard to see that doubt, fear, and indirectness are eternal aspects of the creative path.

Writing and painting are modes of performance. We begin in stillness and make contact with what moves through us at the moment. If there is a resistance to expression, we acknowledge its presence and try to accept its place in our life at that moment. Relaxing with the resistance helps to release its negative hold on expression.

Spaces are forever acting on us and stimulating a creative range of expressions.

Little people can be empowered through art.

Getting into music has changed my personality and way of doing things. I'm far more open now.

Art is just as important as food, 'cause if your soul ain't nourished, you one empty mutherfucker.

I love to write poetry.

For art is not made for living bodies—it is made for the cold, eternal soul.