Quotes About Art

Time passed. Art came off the walls and became rituals. Ritual became religion. Religion spawned science. Science led to big business. And big business, if it continues on its present, mindless trajectory, could land those lucky enough to survive its ultimate legacy back into caves again.

The Conch Shell´s tint was that of a vagina blowing bubble gum.

You know a trillion times more about art than me. But I've learned that it isn't necessary to know all that much. You just make what you wanna see, right? It's a game, right? It's like being paid for dreaming.

Salvador Dali and fifty cents will get you a cup of clock melt.

To an artist a metaphor is as real as a dollar.

The longer Ellen Cherry thought about it, the more convinced she became that the mission of the artist in an overtechnologized, overmasculinized society was to call the old magic back to life. Could it be done? Yeah, you pessimistic wimps, it could. Could she do it? Probably not, but she could give it a whirl.

There is a sense in which a painted stick is a stick in bloom. This stick points to the hidden face of God. Sometimes it points to you.

Both money and art powdered as they are with the romance and poetry of the age are magic. Rather money is magic art is magik. Money is stagecraft slight of hand a bag of clever tricks. Art is a plexus of forces and influences that act upon the senses by means of practical yet permanently inexplicable secret links. Admittedly the line between the two can be as thin as a dime.

Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.

Boomer had asked her once, in a telephone call from Virginia, "Why does this stuff, these hand-painted hallucinations that don't do nothin' but confuse the puddin' out of a perfectly reasonable wall, why does it mean so much to you?" It was a poor connection, but he could have sworn he heard her say, "In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

this lonely, uncompromising, obsessive tug-of-war with presumed reality, this is what art is all about.

Sometimes one gets the idea that life thinks it's still living in Paris in the thirties.

the Impressionists were able to lead the viewer into mixing color in his or her own eye.

The ones who're so upset about everybody not being the same, about competition, about standards of quality, about art objects having 'auras' around them, they're usually people with average abilities and average minds. And below average senses of humor.

Ama yine de müzikal bir ÅŸey bu, küçük bir ÅŸiir

The argument is irrelevant, for at the higher levels, science and art are the same. There is a point where high science transcends the technologic and enters the poetic, there is a point where high art transcends technique and enters the poetic.

Far out, Bobby wrote back. Next thing I know, you'll be knitting socks with "Whistler's Mother.

She was even grateful at first for this backdoor entry into the New York art scene, although rather quickly she came to think of it as entering a peacock through its rectum.

They glared at her as if she were a piece of modern art at a county fair. A hostile sneer here, a puzzled laugh there...

The one thing emphasized in any creative writing class is, 'write what you know,' and that automatically drives a wooden stake through imagination. If they really understood the mysterious process of creating fiction, they would say, 'You can write anything you can imagine.

Mediocrity is the standard rather than the exception among practicing artists (Sturgeon's rule: 90 percent of everything is shit)

lizards were using their tails to write love letters in the sand ...

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

One of his students was an intense young man who was interested in writing fiction. My father lent him some books and talked to him for hours about the art of the novel. The boy went on to write a novel himself, a colorful fantasy about New Orleans, but no one wanted to publish it. He later killed himself. His name was John Kennedy Toole