Quotes About Art

Tattoos are a road map of the bearer's personal journey.

The pictures are good, Toby. They're good. But this is the only way, no one'll ever look twice if they come from me, I went to art school—

The greens and golds have thinned to watercolor; the sky is one scoured sweep of pale blue

It's lovely. I hate it.

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

He sat by her, watching every gesture she made, as if he would paint her portrait afterward.

A real cook would take pride in the patina, he wouldn't fuss and fume over the spotless perfection of a pot. He would be more interested in the creation of a work of culinary art, the success of which would be reflected on the faces of his friends rather than the shininess of a cooking tool.

Life is a work of art, and Death is the masterpiece

Throwing a work of art in the trash doesn't devalue the work of art. It only shows the lack of wisdom and judgement in the person who so carelessly tossed it aside. - Tara Johnson "All Through the Night

The artist without social responsibility who provokes anger instead of dialogue threatens the field of discourse itself.

Quantity is a poor measure of the artistic merits of a collection,

What really got me thinking about illustrating children's books was I discovered Hugh Thompson's illustrations for The Vicar of Wakefield in my mother's library and I looked at it and said, 'That's what I'm going to do.

Um Schriftsteller zu sein, musst du leiden, das weißt du. Du brauchst diese verborgene Wunde in dir. Du musst bluten.

The last in the series are six or seven of his own stricken face, his arms extended to hold the camera.

medium. I'm into the museum-quality marbles and the delicate line drawings, but the dolls were something that an ordinary person could get behind. My

You cannot let this destroy you," he said. Finally Gloria showed up and gave me one of those "nerve pills" that all mothers stash in their pocketbooks. Long story short: I slept it off, whatever possessed me. I recovered and went to my opening at the Hammonds House the next day.

I think I feel in love with words before I feel in love with music.

Music is my shining light, my favorite thing in the world. T get me to stop doing it for one second would be difficult!

The record business is dangerous to the health of bands and individuals, which is something I'm just now learning. But it's not dangerous in any of the ways people think it's not that they try to make you compromise your art. That's not the problem.

When I hit a block, regardless of what I am writing, what the subject matter is, or what's going on in the plot, I go back and I read Pablo Neruda's poetry. I don't actually speak Spanish, so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I don't know why, but it calms me, calms my brain.

The buildings we have erected, the art and music and verse we have composed, the very lives we've led: none of them could have been predicted, because none of them were inevitable.

Because even if a universe's life span is calculable, the variety of life that is generated within it is not. The buildings we have erected, the art and music and verse we have composed, the very lives we've led: none of them could have been predicted, because none of them was inevitable.

The work of art always requires us to adapt to it—and in this manner can be distinguished from escapism or shallow entertainment, which instead aims to adapt to the audience, to give the public exactly what it wants. We can tell that we are encountering a real work of art by the degree to which it resists subjectivity.

Art and disease proliferate via contagion, and similar conditions favor both.