Quotes About Art

I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.

It is not the artistic aptitudes that are secondary sexual characters as some shams and shamans have said; it is the other way around: sex is but the ancilla of art.

The isms go, the ist dies, art remains

All we have to do when reading Bleak House is to relax and let our spines take over. Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.

Literature is invention. Fiction is fiction. To call a story a true story is an insult to both truth and art.

A poet's purified truth can cause no pain, no offense. True art is above false honor.

The mind writes with a pen, the heart, with a pencil.

Today our unsophisticated cameras record in their own way our hastily assembled and painted world.

If his Russian was music, his English was murder.

Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.

Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the anonymous roller that pressed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.

I want pure colors, melting clouds, accurately drawn details, a sunburst above a receding road with the light reflected in furrows and ruts, after rain. And no girls ... There is one subject which I am emphatically opposed to: any kind of representation of a little girl.

Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.

photographs of girl-children; some gaudy moth or butterfly, still alive, safely pinned to the wall.

The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail.

what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art

From my point of view, any outstanding work of art is a fantasy insofar as it reflects the unique world of a unique individual. Art is not just simple arithmetic, it's a delicate calculus. Keep in mind the passion of the scientist and the precision of the artist.

I feel I understand Existence, or at least a minute part Of my existence, only through my art

Great sleepless artists who had to die for a few hours in order to live for centuries.

In harmony there is nothing strange. And life is a vast harmony. I've understood this. But, you see- the moulded whimsy of a frieze on a portico keeps us from recognizing, sometimes, the symmetry of the whole. . .

You forget, my good man, that what the artist perceives is, primarily, the difference between things. It is the vulgar who note their resemblance.

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I will contend until I am shot that art as soon as it is brought into contact with politics inevitably sinks to the level of any ideological trash.

emotions of that kind ought to be more restrained, without violet irises and crying violins.