Quotes About Art

Six Stars,' he exclaimed. 'Finding the right words is hard!

You too?" She asked Ruth. "How do your poems start out?" "They start as a lump in the throat," she said.

How do your poems start out?" "They start as a lump in the throat," she said. "Isn't that normally just a cocktail olive lodged there?" Olivier asked. "Once," Ruth admitted. "Wrote quite a good poem before I coughed it up.

She painted what appeared to be portraits, but that was only on the surface. The beautifully rendered flesh stretched, and sometimes sagged, over wounds, over celebrations. Over chasms of loss and rushes of joy. She painted peace and despair. All in one portrait. With brush and canvas and oils, Clara both captured and freed her subject.

Their creations eventually die of neglect, of malnourishment. And sometimes, when that happens the artist also dies.

the clatter of pots and pans and dishes. To others it was a cacophony. To Anton it was a symphony.

I didn't feel the aimed word hit And go in like a soft bullet.

He looked at the canvas and saw bold swirls of reds and greens and yellows. And bright blues. All intermingled. They formed no image. And he got no feeling. He closed his eyes. Paused. When he opened them, he let the painting come to him. To enter through his heart, not his head. With Clara's painting, like all great works of creation, there was more than met the eye.

I'm not sure if you realize that mathematics isn't linear. It's a curve. And in the brightest, most nimble minds, it arcs around to meet philosophy, music, art." She laced her fingers together. "They're intertwined. If you listen to Bach, it's as much a work of math as music.

The truth is I don't know whether Fair Day is a brilliant example of naive art, or the pathetic scrawling of a superbly untalented, and delusional, old woman. That's the tension.

You're an artist," said Reine-Marie. "Do you think a work should be judged by its creator? Or should it stand on its own?

You obviously know that art has power," he said. "It can be freeing, but it can also be a weapon, especially when combined with something equally powerful, like war. Art's been used to inspire all sorts of things. Public statues of brave soldiers. Paintings of heroic sacrifice. But it's also been used to put the fear of God into enemies.

The Paston Treasure.

I see you know your art. Yes. Not many realize that it's the play of light and dark, of subtleties and extremes—

Muses work all day long," said Ruth. "And then at night get together and dance.

No, I don't. I find them very superficial. Calculated. He's a good artist, but I think he could be a great one, if he could use more instinct and less technique. He's a very good draftsman.

here" was the garden of the Musée Rodin, in Paris,

Lots of paintings have hidden messages," said Clara. "Even the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo painted an angel essentially giving the pope the finger.

Cézanne. Riopelle and Lemieux. Kenojuak Ashevak.

The Art of Coorie shows it is possible to be sumptuous and simple at the same time.

Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!

Good art means the ability of any one man to pin down in some permanent and intelligible medium a sort of idea of what he sees in Nature that nobody else sees. In other words, to make the other fellow grasp, through skilled selective care in interpretative reproduction or symbolism, some inkling of what only the artist himself could possibly see in the actual objective scene itself.