Quotes About Art

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush now for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive. I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Querida quem faz arte sofre como os outros só que tem um meio de expressão.

Cuando el arte es bueno es porque tocó lo inexpresivo, el peor arte es el expresivo, aquel que transgrede el trozo de hierro y el trozo de cristal, y la sonrisa, y el grito.

To write I begin by stripping myself of words. I prefer the poor words left over.

Mas agora chegou a hora de parar a pintura para me refazer, refaço-me nestas linhas. Tenho uma voz. Assim como me lanço no traço de meu desenho, este é um exercício de vida sem planejamento. O mundo não tem ordem visível e eu só tenho a ordem da respiração. Deixo-me acontecer.

Sometimes—sometimes we ourselves manifest the inexpressive—one does that in art, in bodily love as well—to manifest the inexpressive is to create. In the end we are so happy!

Hay muchas cosas por decir que no sé cómo decir. Me faltan las palabras. Pero me niego a inventar otras nuevas. Las que ya existen deben deccir o que se consigue decir y lo que está prohibido. Y lo que está prohibido lo adivino. Si hubiese fuerza. Más allá del pensamiento no hay palabras: se es. Mi pintura no tiene palabras: está más allá del pensamiento. En ese terreno del se es soy puro éxtasis cristalino. Se es. Me soy. Tú te eres.

I'm going to make an adagio. Read slowly and with peace. It's a wide fresco.

A PRECEPT With words of ivory, Of bronze, of ebony, Of alabaster, marble, steel, and gold, The beauty of the visible is told. But how with these express The unseen Loveliness— Splendour and light, and harmony, and sound, The heart hath felt, the sense hath never found? No shining words of stone— Shadow and cloud alone— These shall the poet seek eternally, Whose lines would carve the mask of Mystery.

A modern poet has characterized the personality of art and the impersonality of science as follows: Art is I: Science is We.

If I had to define life in a word, it would be: Life is creation.

Art is I: Science is We.

I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.

Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint...

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.