Quotes About Art

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.

Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a monstrosity, something outside of nature.

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an axiom that the subject is irrelevant, style itself being an absolute manner of seeing things.

You don't make art out of good intentions.

podrá no haber poetas; pero siempre habrá poesía

Por los tenebrosos rincones de mi cerebro, acurrucados y desnudos, duermen los extravagantes hijos de mi fantasía esperando en silencio que el Arte los vista de la palabra para poder presentarse decentes en la escena del mundo.

No digáis que, agotado su tesoro, de asuntos falta, enmudeció la lira; podrá no haber poetas; pero siempre habrá poesía.

Por los tenebrosos rincones de mi cerebro, acurrucados y desnudos, duermen los extravagantes hijos de mi fantasía, esperando en silencio que el arte los vista de la palabra para poderse presentar decentes en la escena del mundo.

Tal vez así mueren los poetas: cuando las palabras se agotan.

Like most art students, I expect I'll find that there is no demand for what I've learned so I'll teach other students so that one day they can teach as well.

My impression is that the products of our art colleges are not over-endowed with coin of the realm.

Art is always the replacement of indifference by attention.

Of the autistically interior, dreaming, reading, erotic, self-sufficient child in Balthus' painting we have practically no image at all. Balthus' children are not being driven to succeed where their parents failed, or to be popular, adjusted, or a somebody.

Conversation… is the art of never appearing a bore, of knowing how to say everything interestingly, to entertain with no matter what, to be charming with nothing at all.

A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

The wheels of language run so smoothly that one rarely bothers to stop and think about all the resourcefulness and expertise that must have gone into making it tick. Language conceals its art.

What broke her in the end was to see that Dari, moving quietly in the snow, was tracing his flower neatly with a thin branch in the growing dark while tears were pouring down his face without surcease.

Mais l'alchimie a toujours été un art ésotérique. Je le savais lorsque j'ai commencé à l'étudier. Je suis… réconcilié avec ce savoir. J'exulterai en mon for intérieur, dans le plus grand secret. »

Maybe it is the art that will outlive us all.

painted moth-eyebrows

Every martial art, from T'ai Chi Chuan to the nuclear deterrent, is based on a doctrine—an idea of how combat works.

He says,'Why is it love, Esther? Why call it that?' 'Because. Why is what you do art? Because you say so.

To create - a role, a poem, picture, music, a rapture in stone: great. But not for her. What she wanted was to donate to the world a good Maud Martha. That was the offering, the bit of art, that could not come from any other. She would polish and hone that.