Quotes About Art

Many writers lay very great stress upon some definite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works. […] A high truth, indeed, fairly, finely, and skillfully wrought out, brightening at every step, and crowning the final development of a work of fiction, may add an artistic glory, but is never any truer, and seldom any more evident, at the last page than at the first.

The words I speak, the phrases I weave together, are born from the very emotions I embody.

Most of the kids I know read only manga, but I prefer novels. Novels are closer to real life than manga, it's like they show you the real world with one layer peeled away, a reality you can't see otherwise.

I wonder what life will be like a millennium from now, when the average age will be nearer to one thousand. Will we all be renaissance children, skilled at every art and science, because we've had time to master them? Or will boredom and slavish routine plague us even more than it does today, giving us less of a reason to live limitless lives? I dream of the former, but I suspect the latter.

See, if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist.

Impressive, isn't it?" Divan says with pride. "I purchased it from a Brazilian artist, who has apparently made a career working in flesh. He claims his artwork is to protest unwinding, but I ask you, how much of a protest can it be if he uses the unwound for his art?

No me pareces espantoso.Es simplemente que no hay modo de medirte. Es como contemplar un Picasso y tratar de decidir si la mujer del cuardo es guapa o fea. Uno no lo sabe, pero no puede dejar de mirarla. -Me ves como una obra de arte. Eso me parece bien. -Sí, bueno... pero nunca me ha gustado Picasso.

Rocks eroded into astonished faces.

You don't go missing in a museum- you just get temporarily absorbed by the walls.

I still don't know much about art, but I do know that there are places inside of us?palaces of glorious light and caverns of unknowable darkness. Magical places filled with brilliant, unimaginable colors that we suffer to bring forth.

My artwork isn't evolving, it's deconstructing, and I don't know why.

There's this thing in my head that I have to purge onto the page before it changes the shape of my brain.

See, if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist.

if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist.

it occurs to me that all scarecrows look as if they've been crucified.

Ah! Seurat! Prophetic pointillism a century before the pixel!

Ezra the artist, who Possuelo saw fit to set free, took to painting a mural to fill one of the larger caverns. It tickled him that this could become a pilgrimage destination for future Tonists, if indeed there would be any future Tonists, and that his cave paintings might be endlessly analyzed by scholars of tomorrow. He introduced some odd elements just to confuse them. A dancing bear, a five-eyed boy, and an eleven-hour clock missing the number 4.

One can never truly master the art of driving, because no journey is ever exactly the same," Scythe Curie told her. "But once you've gained proficiency, it can be rewarding—freeing, even.

It's like art, you know? Picasso had to prove to the world he can paint the right way, before he goes putting both eyes on one side of a face, and noses stickin' outta kneecaps and stuff. See, if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist.

One can never truly master the art of driving, because no journey is ever exactly the same.

Le beau est toujours bizarre

L'étude du beau est un duel où l'artiste crie de frayeur avant d'être vaincu.

I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans; I hate movement for it displaces lines, And never do I weep and never do I laugh.

La mélancolie est l'illustre compagnon de la beauté ; elle l'est si bien que je ne peux concevoir aucune beauté qui ne porte en elle sa tristesse.