Quotes About Art

I'm going to draw on every grave in the cemetery he continued. Why do you draw them? I asked. Why a skull and crossbones? Reminds you what's underneath, don't it? It's all bones down there, whatever you may put on the grave.

O s?-mi fac? pl?cere s?-mi imaginez o pictur? f?cut? de un maestru,chiar dac? mintea mea creeaz? doar o imita?ie palid?.

Everything engravers do gets printed opposite. The engraver has to be able to see it both ways.

You need to trust that your art, once created, has a value apart from you, just as a child, come into the world, has a value separate from the parents who gave it life. When you give in to self-loathing, insecurity, or stage fright, you are looking at your work from the outside, and the outside is a shapeless darkness that contains all your self-doubt and fears.

It is not for you to say whether or not your work has life: that is between your work -the child of your creation now living a life of its own- and those who encounter it.

If your art cannot support your life, your life must support your art.

The moments when you are feeling most lost are simply the moments when your art is seeking new growth.

The scientific spirit, the contempt of tradition, the lack of discipline and the exaltation of the individual have very nearly made an end of art. It can only be restored by the love of beauty, the reverence for tradition, the submission to discipline and the rigor of self-control.

Make a mess. Clean it up.

I feel strongly that the visual arts are of vast importance. Of course I could be prejudiced. I am a visual art.

How important are the visual arts in our society? I feel strongly that the visual arts are of vast and incalculable importance. Of course I could be prejudiced. I am a visual art.

What I'm doing is art - it's low-brow art but there's a magic in that.

I'm glad movies aren't going to please everybody, they can't. But what they have to be is recognisable. I don't equate myself with a master painter, but I think you can recognise my films.

On its final page, the noted painter Arnold Friberg depicted Moses, his arms outstretched, with the Liberty Bell ringing behind him. Across the top of the page ran the same passage from Leviticus used earlier by Spiritual Mobilization: "Proclaim Liberty Throughout All the Land, unto All the Inhabitants Thereof.

I just love movies, so suddenly, you're political about movies, and that's dark. It's just not fun when something you love becomes calculated.

You know, comics and movies, even if you take a comic and turn it into a movie, we can't all be Joss Whedon.

Only someone who doesn't understand art tells an artist their art somehow failed. How the fuck can art fail? Art can't be graded, because it's going to mean something different to everyone. You can't apply a mathematical absolute to art because there is no one formula for self-expression.

We'd created meaning where there was none, but, I don't know, isn't that art? Or at least I think it's the kind of art that I like, where the obsession of one person envelops other people, transforms them.

I don't know if that's love, to need the sensations produced by the body more than the body itself. Not the kiss, but the taste of celery that came after. Not his hands, but the sound of his hands making art. Not the fact that he was here only for this summer, but the fact that I might find reminders of him in surprising places for the rest of my life.

Great art is difficult," Caleb said. After a few moments, he said, "But I don't understand why it has to be so difficult sometimes.

I want to be an artist," he told me, like we were both admitting that we weren't human. We didn't understand how normal this was, to be young, to believe that you were destined to make beautiful things.

When I woke up, Carl was standing over me, his hand lightly resting on his cheek, like I was abstract art, like he saw something that interested him but he wasn't sure what it meant, like he thought I was something a child could have made.

Criticism is like dissecting a dead frog," Caleb said when the book was published. "They're examining all the guts and shit and organs, when the thing that really matters, whatever it was that animated the body, has long since left. It does nothing for the art.

Art, if you loved it, was worth any amount of unhappiness and pain. If you had to hurt someone to achieve those ends, so be it. If the outcome was beautiful enough, strange enough, memorable enough, it did not matter. It was worth it.