Quotes About Art

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless…?

As in Joyce's life and art, so in Shaw's: the revolt of the son is never the cliché-rebellion against a tyrannical parent, but the more complex revolt against the refusal or inability of an ineffectual father to provide any lead at all.

maestro di color che sanno.

Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. A catalectic tetrameter of iambs march ing.

Beauty of music you must hear twice.

He was not convinced of the truth of the saying [] "The poet is born, not made" but he was quite sure of the truth of this at least: [] "The poem is made not born.

And he has pipettishly bespilled himself from his foundingpen as illspent from inkinghorn.

There is an art, Mr Daedalus, in lighting a fire. —So I see, sir. A very useful art. —That's it: a useful art. We have the useful arts and we have the liberal arts.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What beautiful is is another question

As you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned to one's other, that neverperfect everplanned?

Non solo un pittore della domenica, ma un essere umano della domenica.

Unfortunately, the struggle can degenerate from the affirmation of a language and/or culture to the point of tradition at all costs, especially that of the individual, i.e., tradition at the expense of existence, where art becomes simply heritage, from there the path spirals downwards into "blood and soil" politics, the "purity" of the language into the "purity" of the race, and so on.

Lawrence S. Kubie's book Neurotic Distortion of the Creative Process.

There is no higher form of artistic expression then film

The art world is controlled by a handful of people in New York. Most of them are idiots who think a screened-in piece of ham swarming with flies constitutes expression. There are many fraudulent aspects to American life, but the art world is probably the most egregious.

One, for instance, boasted a lovingly detailed watercolour of a dead robin, while on another a row of comical frogs paraded beneath umbrellas and, on another still, insects danced in a circle, wielding musical instruments and seemingly drunk.

There was an art to learning what individuals were made of, to analyzing how they were put together, and then—when the moment was right—lining them up just so and driving the point home, breaking them along predicted lines; faceting them like one of Galen's kybers. Obitt one way, Tarkin the other.

Visions are projections of one's fundamental beliefs and assumptions about human nature, technology, economics, science, politics, art, ethics, and the like. A vision of the future is much like a literary or musical theme. It's the paramount, persistent, and pervasive message that you want to convey, the frequently recurring melody that you want people to remember; and whenever repeated, it reminds the audience of the entire work.

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions

I love the swing and swirl of words as they tangle with human emotions.

There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...

There was something wonderful, though, in doing useless work. You could turn it into a sort of art.

True poets lead no one unawares. It is nothing other than awareness that poets-that is, creators of all sorts-seek. They do not display their art so as to make it appear real; they display the real in a way that reveals it to be art.

Life is a great big canvas. Throw all the paint you can at it.