Quotes About Art

Writing a novel is like making love, but it's also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it's like making love while having a tooth pulled.

Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is color that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

Do you see the invisible spirals on the margins of the page? I thought I would run out of paper. It was the pens that ran out

English was jazz music, German was classical music, French was ecclesiastical music, and Spanish was the music from the streets.

Henry had written a novel because there was a hole in him that needed filling, a question that needed answering, a patch of canvas that needed painting—that blend of anxiety, curiosity and joy that is at the origin of art—and he had filled the hole, answered the question, splashed colour on the canvas, all done for himself, because he had to. Then complete strangers told him that his book had filled a hole in them, had answered a question, had brought colour to their lives.

Stories identify, unify, give meaning to. Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

As soon as I got close to starting anything, I was beset by questions and hesitations. What I was about to do was so important, so significant, that it always required further consideration. My spontaneity would fizzle. I would put off my oeuvre for another day. Tomorrow at eight thirty I would start, for sure. Meanwhile, in joyful anticipation of this, I would go for a walk and then read.

My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition. I mock this skull.

Sarà per via dell'Antrios, sarà stato l'acquisto dell'Antrios?... No... Il male viene da molto più lontano... Viene dal giorno in cui hai usato, senza un briciolo di ironia, il termine decostruzione, riferendoti a un oggetto d'arte. E non è stato il termine decostruzione a irritarmi, ma la gravità con cui l'hai pronunciato. Lo hai detto, amico mio, con solennità, con convinzione, senza la minima ironia: decostruzione .

Nothing could be more comfortable than writing about the ballet from books. A ballet he had never seen was an art in another world. It was an unrivaled armchair reverie, a lyric from some paradise. He called his work research, but it was actually free, uncontrolled fantasy. He preferred not to savor the ballet in the flesh; rather he savored the phantasms of his own dancing imagination, called up by Western books and pictures. It was like being in love with someone he had never seen.

My novel has found a beautiful soul. How shall I write it? Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love—where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?

Exact, chiar asta voiam s?-È›i spun! EÈ™ti ca un poet simbolist dep??it de epoc?. Din crâmpeie de È™tiin?? tu vrei s? faci cuvintele unui cântec, dar È™tiinÈ›a nu ofer? simboluri pentru sentimentele unei femei.

Fra le tante cose che suscitano nell'uomo una sensazione di impotenza, l'architettura è più di ogni altra arte soggetta a condizionamenti. Luogo, materiale, destinazione, grandezza, costi, le bizzarre richieste del cliente, e inoltre i carpentieri, gli imbianchini, i mobilieri... [...] Una casa come testamento significa una casa come piacerebbe a me.

We were watching a battle, but it took clean forms.

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken. A stick becomes a flute when it's loved.

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in

We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which leads me to my second point: writers do not write what they want, they write what they can.

Art is the Western myth, with which we both console ourselves and make ourselves.

Early on, for better or worse, I chose whose child I wanted to be: the child of the novel. Almost everything else was subjugated to this ruling passion, reading stories. As a consequence, I can barely add a column of double digits, I have not the slightest idea of how a plane flies, I can't draw any better than a five-year-old.

il tutto in diverse sfumature di grigio, celeste, verde scuro, perché in base a una ricerca, questi sono i colori che la gente associa a scienza e tecnologia (il viola e il rosso evocano le arti, l'azzurro scuro sta a significare qualità e/o merci scelte)...

He promised them a class that would challenge their own beliefs about the redemptive humanity of what is commonly called 'Art'. 'Art is the Western myth,' announced Howard, for the sixth year in a row, 'with which we both console ourselves and make ourselves.

The people sometimes demand change. They almost never demand art. As a consequence, art stands in a dubious relation to necessity – and to time itself.