Quotes About Art

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

I take out my pen and paper. I'd write how much I love you. I'd write just what you make me do, because you are my breakthrough. But the thing is, I can't say these words. It would just be too absurd.

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

Nowadays shots are created in post-production, on computers. It's not really photography.

Words will never oxidize

The abstract artist, he said, would be repeatedly challenged by such skeptics asking, "'What does it mean?'… 'Is it a sky, a house, a horse?'" To which they should respond with confidence and honesty, "'No, it is a painting.'"29

the artist through his or her work revealed pure spirit so that men mired in the bitter reality of daily life might find the strength to continue.30

She said she felt like Claudia Kincaid in From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

How can you tell when a piece is finished?'I asked. 'You can't,' he said flatly. 'All you can tell is when you can't do any more to it. And then you need to stop because if you don't, you will spoil it.

T. S. Eliot taught us you can write about your nervous breakdown, but call it 'The Wasteland' and make it big and crazy enough to hide behind.

Para um homem, a mulher é como uma pintura ou uma estátua clássica. Ele escolhe uma e leva para casa, esperando que combine com a mobília existente lá.

Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.

Writing, regardless of the end result—whether good or bad, published or not, well reviewed or slammed—means celebrating beauty in an often ugly world.

Our humor turns our anger into a fine art.

Elise said she had something to show her. It was a set of beautifully painted cutout paper fairies.

Rodin was on the brink of a grand passion. But unlike Bernhardt's, his lover would become the greatest inspiration of his career. Her name was Camille Claudel, and if she was not pretty in a conventional way, she was as beautiful and alive as quicksilver. She was also an extraordinarily gifted sculptor in her own right.

That one doesn't paint a landscape, a seascape, a figure; one paints the effect of a time of day on a landscape, a seascape, or a figure.

Raising a child, managing a household, and being a good wife, all the while focusing on expressing herself in ways that had never been done before, took an enormous toll on Morisot

It was not until 1869 that Claude Monet became a friend of Edouard Manet, joining Manet's circle, which by now included Zola, Cézanne, and Degas.

Arrietty used to make her 'e's' like little half-moons with a stroke in the middle-" "Well?" said Kate Mrs. May laughed and took up her work again. "My brother did too," she said.

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that.