Quotes About Art

To survive is to kindle the search for why survival matters. Technicians inevitably become philosophers. Or scientists. Or theologians. Or writers. Or composers. Or musicians. Or artists. Or poets. Or devotees of thousands of variations and combinations of systems of thought and creative expression that promise insight into the very questions that gnaw at our insides long after our stomachs are full.

The art of science, of which Newton was the master, lies in making judicious simplifications that render problems tractable while retaining enough of their essence to ensure that the conclusions drawn are relevant.

Human imagination is a powerful thing. It can be a sanctuary from difficult times, a catalyst to change society, or the impetus to create marvelous works of art. On the other hand, an overabundance of imagination can inspire paranoia that impairs one's ability to interact with reality. —Suk School Manual, Psychological Studies

Music should make the spirit soar, take the breath away, touch the soul. Your work was just…pleasant tones, adequately performed.

I intend to create a new work of art, all my own. A still life, of sorts. You three will be vital parts of the process. Rejoice in your good fortune." In the sterile environment of the laboratory, with the cold assistance of his personal robot guards, Erasmus proceeded to vivisect the trio of victims, oblivious to their screams. "I want to get to the heart of the matter," he quipped, "the lifeblood of it.

You're right that not everything we do has to have some kind of social agenda, but that doesn't mean it can only be anesthetizing crap.

It's a rusty old saw that the writers and artists who create the darkest work are usually the nicest human beings, presumably because they get to purge into their fiction allof the awful crap that makes the rest of us such miserable bastards.

At its highest, this wisdom arrives at an understanding of how the human maker may act analogously to the Divine Creator, echoing the "art" of God's creating the phenomenal world from noumenal levels of reality in as much as he, the craftsman, makes from some already existing substance what does not yet exist in nature. He thus is said to "imitate nature in her manner of operation", in the words of St. Thomas that Coomaraswamy so frequently quotes.

For Brian McNaughton seems to have mastered one of the most difficult of literary arts: to draw upon the classics

an artist doesn't really need a great deal of experience. One heartbreak can produce many novels. But you have to have a heart that can break.

The parasite of art, the virus of art, never ceases to gnaw awat at your brain, never ceases to torture you with the knowledge that whatever you're doing could be done more beautifully, more powerfully, more stirringly, more disturbingly, more deeply.

The earth was once molten rock and now sings operas.

and on occasion I like to write in pencil, because I need to know that I can erase the words, even if I never do.

L'uovo ha una forma perfetta benché sia fatto col culo.

When the objects we use every day and the surroundings we live in have become in themselves a work of art, then we shall be able to say that we have achieved a balanced life.

the vase once had an extremely common use. Most probably it was used for cooking-oil. It was made by a designer of those times, when art and life went hand in hand and there was no such thing as a work of art to look at and just any old thing to use. I

When the objects we use every day and the surroundings we live in have become in themselves a work of art, then we shall be able to say that we gave achieved a balanced life.

It is certainly quite wrong to read a poem in a hurry, as if it were a telegram.

What is a car, for many people, if not a piece of travelling sculpture?

as long as art stands aside from the problems of life it will only interest a very few people

I TAO PI PU TAO': If the idea is there, the brush can spare itself the work. (Ancient rule of Chinese painting.)

If you want to create, you'll create...

There's nothing worse in the world than a poetry recital.

But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach