Quotes About Art

Only art as meditation reminds people so that they will never forget that the most beautiful thing a potter produces is...the potter.

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I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art. There are no rules. And if it comes down to me versus that weed I'm trying to pull out of the ground that doesn't want to come out? I know I'll win.

I don't think that digital photography is romantic yet. It's not sympathetic the way that film is.

Make some sacrifice for your art and you will be repaid – but ask of art to sacrifice herself for you and a bitter disappointment may come to you.' oscar wilde

Isak Dinesen wrote, "There is no mystery in art. Do the things you can see, they will show you what you cannot see." In other words, there is mystery in art, but one of the ways it is conjured occurs when an author lavishes narrative attention on the visible.

One can paint a moment or time of day. Even the feeling of a moment. It is what Impressionism is--the painting of a moment. But how does one paint movement itself? Paint time passing? [Édouard Manet]

I believe he meant that my little ink sketch was a good approximation of reality--which is exactly how we appraise art when we are young. We want our horses to look like living beings, a loaf of bread to look edible, and a woman's dress to look like satin. We want a painting or a sketch of a thing to replicate it faithfully. The closer a work of art is to reality, the greater the power of the artist. All of that is perfectly acceptable and right--in children. [Édouard Manet]

Lo que atrae al escritor, lo que hace vibrar al artista, no es directamen­te la obra, sino su búsqueda, el movimiento que conduce a ella, la aproximación de lo que hace posible a la obra: el arte, la literatura y lo que disimulan estas dos palabras. - El libro que vendrá. (p. 223)

As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the depths of the abyss, and when we return to the surface the drop of water on our pale fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it comes. We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.

I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

The phenomenological world is not the bringing to explicit expression of a pre-existing being, but the laying down of being. Philosophy is not the reflection of a pre-existing truth, but, like art, the act of bringing truth into being.

Some think that the painting does not so much express the meaning as the meaning impregnates the painting.

Visible being is natural...But language, art, history gravitate around the invisible (ideality).

In modernity, it is not only works of art that are unfinished: the world they express is like a work which lacks a conclusion. There is no knowing, moreover, whether a conclusion will ever be added.

Nature starts from the unknowable and finishes consciously. Inversely, art starts from certain conscious thoughts and finishes in something that can be perpetually taken up again. Art attains the Absolute because at that moment consciousness attains the unconscious.

The unity of the object does not lie behind its qualities, but is reaffirmed by each one of them: each of its qualities is the whole. Cézanne said that you should be able to paint the smell of trees.

Painting...gives visible existence to what profane vision believes to be invisible; thanks to it we do not need a "muscular sense" in order to possess the voluminosity of the world. This voracious vision, reaching beyond the "visual givens," opens upon a texture of Being of which the discrete sensorial messages are only the punctuations or the caesurae. The eye lives in this texture as a man lives in his house.

One reason why the painter takes up his brush is that in one sense the art of painting still remains to be created...Painting is always something to be created.

Art stops human beings from working at their lives for a moment, and in that instant the entire truth of life is found.

Anyone who thinks about the matter finds it astonishing that very often a good painter can also make good drawings or good sculpture. Since neither the means of expression nor the creative gestures are comparable, this fact is proof that there is a system of equivalences, a Logos of lines, of lighting, of colors, of reliefs, of masses—a conceptless presentation of universal Being.

Perception is already expression.

The only love affair I have ever had was with music.

The distinctions of fine art bore me to death.