Quotes About Art

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Comme le public ne connaît du charme, de la grâce, des formes de la nature que ce qu'il en a puisé dans les poncifs d'un art lentement assimilé, et qu'un artiste original commence par rejeter ces poncifs, M. et Mme Cottard, image en cela du public, ne trouvaient ni dans la sonate de Vinteuil, ni dans les portraits du peintre, ce qui faisait pour eux l'harmonie de la musique et la beauté de la peinture.

But the ideas that leave no possibility of a rejoinder are those that are not properly speaking ideas, those that, by being supported by nothing, find nothing to attach to in the other's mind: on the one side, no brotherly branch is held out, and on the other, there is nothing but a vacuum. The arguments advanced by M. de Norpois (on questions of art) were indisputable because they were devoid of reality.

The true greatness of art is to find, grasp, and bring out that reality which we all live a great distance from; that reality which we run the risk of dying without having known, which is quite simply our own life.

but whenever I thought about them I pictured them to myself either in tapestry, as was the 'Coronation of Esther' which hung in our church,

The particulars of life do not matter to the artist; they merely provide him with the opportunity to lay bare his genius.

He had always found a peculiar fascination in tracing in the paintings of the Old Masters, not merely the general characteristics of the people whom he encountered in his daily life, but rather what seems least susceptible of generalisation, the individual features of men and women whom he knew,

They talk about vandalism, about the destruction of statues, but is not the destruction of so many wonderful young men who were polychrome statues of incomparable beauty also vandalism? Is not a city in which there are no more beautiful men like a city in which all the statuary has been destroyed?

What is utterly detestable is the Victor Hugo of the last stage, the Légende des Siècles, I forget all their names. But in the Feuilles d'Automne, the Chants du Crépuscule, there's a great deal that's the work of a poet, a true poet! Even in the Contemplations,

All the products of one period resemble one another; the artists who illustrate the poetry of their generation are the same artists who are employed by the big financial houses.

praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator. And I was well aware, too, that it was not merely a work of art

Men who believe that their work will last—as was the case with Elstir—form the habit of placing that work in a period when they themselves will have crumbled into dust. And thus, by obliging them to reflect on their own extinction, the thought of fame saddens them because it is inseparable from the thought of death

Berma in Andromaque, in Les Caprices de Marianne, in Phèdre, was one of

Le sourire de Monna Lisa, dont nous ne savons rien (c'est peut-être un visage d'homme) est plus mystérieux.

Literature itself is a species of code. You line up symbols and create a simulacrum of life.

It's a kind of heresy to say so, but I think our race has made forms more beautiful than what was here before us. Sometimes god's handiwork is crude. There is no more ugly thing than a lobster. There's not much pretty about a caribou. It has an ungainly walk and its touchhole voids droppings when it strains in harness. Was there a straight line on earth before we drew one?

Aunque se desborde, la literatura es siempre un orden.

La giornata era bellissima, smaltata e netta. Niente pareva lasciato al caso: punte e spigoli, tetti e antenne, grondaie e comignoli, apici d'abete e cime imbiancate. Come in una tavola fiamminga l'acuto sovrastava qualunque possibile rotondità. E pareva consigliasse di mirare in alto verso il turchese compatto del cielo, senza un sole che potesse sbiadirlo, né un volo d'uccello che potesse macchiarlo.

Design follows drama

Art is a deception that creates real emotions — a lie that creates a truth. And when you give yourself over to that deception, it becomes magic.

No form of Nature is inferior to Art for the arts merely imitate natural forms.

The Goldberg Variations is a good example of how symmetry is not just a physical property but pervades many abstract structures.

Much modern art is no longer about the appreciation of an aesthetic and skill by the likes of Rembrandt or Leonardo, but rather the interesting message and perspective that the artist is revealing about our relationship to our world.

In music, recording, writing, photography, design, film-making and any other creative endeavour, it may be true that anyone can do it, but it is not quite as true as punk sometimes seemed to suggest that anyone can do it in a way that is appreciated by others. The key point is that, without determination and application, talent and ideas are just unrealised potential. That lesson-there for anyone who wishes to learn it-is perhaps punk's , and the Clash's, greatest legacy.