Quotes About Art

el amor se diferencia del arte en que el arte es libre y el amor sólo lo parece. el arte lo lleva uno consigo, y puede ir con el a donde quiera. Pero el amor no es transportable, el amor ata, y ése es un nudo que no hay quien lo deshaga.

I don't dare postulate about science, but I know that it takes both emotion and intellect in order for art to happen.

It's not that photography recaptures the world you have been in; more that it creates a new one: photographs are like Post-It Notes reminding us of the deep architectonic forms of space and thought.

Paintings are like children. It's nice to have them around the house, but not necessarily forever.

Advertising is a craft executed by people who aspire to be artists, but is assessed by those who aspire to be scientists. I cannot imagine any human relationship more perfectly designed to produce total mayhem

I do actually dabble in a bit of poetry! And I'm yet to pen a script, but it is something that I've been telling myself I want to do.

If it were art to overcome heresy with fire, the executioners would be the most learned doctors on earth.

Silence is a profound teacher and a hard taskmaster. Learn her art when it is offered; there is much to hear within her temple!

Dancing is surely the most basic and relevant of all forms of expression. Nothing else can so effectively give outward form to an inner experience. Poetry and music exist in time. Painting and architecture are a part of space. But only the dance lives at once in both space and time. In it the creator and the thing created, the artist and the expression, are one. Each participates completely in the other. There could be no better metaphor for an understanding of the mechanics of the cosmos.

That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.

suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless and undiscovered, song of frustrated want, silence after desire. It can be the test of the self falling short, constrained, distorted, disturbed or rebuffed, the vacuum left by longing, call without an answer.

There was the honour and austerity of money as he walked through art galleries, as he saw around him the collections of oil paintings by dead men, lit so carefully that warmth seemed to emanate from within - and not because their art was loved or understood but because it could be sold and bought for handsome sums.

Ouça, Virgínia, é preciso amar o inútil. Criar pombos sem pensar em comê-los, plantar roseiras sem pensar em colher as rosas, escrever sem pensar em publicar, fazer coisas assim, sem esperar nada em troca. A distância mais curta entre dois pontos pode ser a linha reta, mas é nos caminhos curvos que se encontram as melhores coisas.

Mais tarde descobri que não gosta nem de poesia nem de música. Ainda assim, liguei o toca-discos e dei-lhe os patrícios, Bethânia, Caetano. E se não dei televisão é porque acho aquilo o fim. Embora esteja pensando numa mas só para ver os filmes antigos. E os longas-metragens de vampiros e monstros.

Às vezes quero morrer para depois ressuscitar jovem igual ao retrato que o polonês fez. Mas a gente não pode escolher a ressurreição, pode?

I have feelings, but my pen cannot and will not write feelings; nay, my heart has no mind that can coin them into words.

Whether we know it or not, we are all in a quest after the Great Companion. All study, all art, all music, all literature, all government, all industry are in essence a search after the Infinite.

Literature, music, art, and the stage were thought to be only for bohemians, who were regarded as the unpractical estrays of life who could do nothing better than act, paint, play, and write stories.

Which is worthier, the music or the libretto? It is hard to say. But this is certain, that perfect music often redeems a prosaic libretto.

The most beautiful statue that Powers ever chiseled does not compare for grace and beauty with the Divine model. The same mystic element of life is wanting.

But neither painting, literature, music, nor architecture is so impressive as life.

The art of writing history is the art of emphasizing the significant facts at the expense of the insignificant. And it is the same in every field of knowledge. Knowledge is power only if a man knows what facts not to bother about.

When one has praised Turgenev, however, for the beauty of his character and the beautiful truth of his art, one remembers that he, too, was human and therefore less than perfect. His chief failing was, perhaps, that of all the great artists, he was the most lacking in exuberance. That is why he began to be scorned in a world which rated exuberance higher than beauty or love or pity.

The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.