Quotes About Art

I love music, it kind of comes naturally and has always been a part of my world.

I love the stage, it's my first love - but, it's gone. You do your performance, then it's a memory. It only lives in the moment.

Acting is one of these things that I can't really describe - it's just like, why do you love your mum and dad? You know, you just do.

I love film; I'd love to do as many films as possible.

I learned to love dance for its own sake.

A commission is an invitation to fall in love.

Why I love acting is that it's totally subjective and I like that. I like that.

I'm lucky because the strongest emotion I have ever felt is being in love, and that definitely informs my writing.

I think it reflects well on the state of animation that people are knowledgeable about it and love the fantasy and imagination that goes into it.

I try not to bring in anything I don't love looking at. It's about restaint ... There is something about an unfinished quality that leaves within you that sense of possibility.

If you really want to tell someone you love them, you don't just go and blurt it out. There's a dance. And your movie does that.

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

Movies come together and they fall apart. We try to focus on things we love to see. It is, they come together, they fall apart and they come together again and you're with them for a long long time.

She pulled out her earbuds, leaking music out into the art pavilion.

Every artist is linked to a mistake with which he has a particular intimacy. All art draws its origin from an exceptional fault, each work is the implementation of this original fault, from which comes a risky plenitude and new light.

The central point of the work of art is the work as origin, the point which cannot be reached, yet the only one which is worth reaching.

Art is not religion, 'it doesn't even lead to religion.' But in the time of distress which is ours, the time when the gods are missing, the time of absence and exile, art is justified, for it is the intimacy of this distress: the effort to make manifest, through the image, the error of the imaginary, and eventually the ungraspable, forgotten truth which hides behind the error.

Friedrich Cerha

Peter Rabbit, for all its gentle tininess, loudly proclaims that no story is worth the writing, no picture worth the making, if it is not a work of imagination.

Truthfullness to life—both fantasy life and factual life—is the basis of all great art.

I still do not know what impels anyone sound of mind to leave dry land and spend a lifetime describing people who do not exist. If it is child's play, an extension of make believe - something one is frequently assured by people who write about writing - how to account for the overriding wish to do that, just that, only that, and consider it as rational an occupation as riding a bicycle over the Alps?

The peripety was according to the best rules of tragic art.

The reading-room? "Of the British Museum. I go there every day." "You do? I've only been there once. I'm afraid I found it rather a depressing place. It—it seemed to sap one's vitality. It doe. That's why I go there. The lower one's vitality, the more sensitive one is to great art.

She was, indeed, far too human a creature to care much for art.