Quotes About Art

Art Nouveau, and Art Deco. Grandfather is the ace numismatist.

AN ARTIST IS A MATHEMATICIAN WHO KNOWS THE FORMULAS OF THE SOUL

As a man who felt that he had been born too late, Jeffy was often amazed at what passed for high art in this low age.

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare, which he painted in 1781.

I admit that I don't understand art that isn't in the least representational. But I feel no need to understand it.

Like most modern art, they interested her no more than did the wind-tangled rain-compacted sun-bleached trash that time accumulated in vomitous-looking masses along California's cracked and potholed highways, as the once-golden state stewed in government corruption on its way to bankruptcy.

A poem should be odd as a small cast-iron platypus.

I still love the sound of breaking, the tearing of the page

Color is a feeling for me. I work by feeling! —Tina, Freia Handpaint Yarns

will you teach me how to knit?

socks were knit using the five-needles

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

People should not be allowed to be born that beautiful. They get away with too much. Beauty is truth? That last couplet always bothered me. In art, in an urn, maybe, but in people, no way. In fact, sometimes I think physical beauty may be the biggest scam ever played upon mankind.

Sanat s?n?r?larda cereyan eden bir tür deneydir.

What stirs lyrical poets to their finest flights is neither the delight of the senses nor the fruitful contentment of the settled couple; not the satisfaction of love, but its passion. And passion means suffering.

Nothing is duller than a progression of common chords. One wants some contrast, which breaks up the clear white light and makes it iridescent.

Rendre la vertu aimable, le vice odieux, le ridicule saillant. Voilà le projet de tout homme qui prend la plume, le pinceau et le ciseau.

Write naked. Write in exile. Write in blood.

Write the unpublishable...and then publish it.

Though simple and obvious as an act of art, the drawing portrayed the silly, helpless tendency of fundamental things to get way off course and turn into nonsense, illustrated the church's grotesque pearling around its traditional heart, explained the pernicious extrapolating rules and observances of governments - implicated all of us in a gradual apostasy from every perfect thing we find or make.

To say that I enjoyed writing... is like saying I enjoy having fingers and toes. It's difficult to imagine life without them.

Music"—he smiled his glorious smile and raised his index finger—"music speaks for the soul because words are too small.

You should write because some stray scrap of your soul is trying to manifest itself verbally.

You just don't know writers. They'll use anything, anybody. They'll eat their young.