Quotes About Art

The opposite of LOVE is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of ART is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of FAITH is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of LIFE is not DEATH, it's indifference

Culture uses art to dream the deaths of beautiful women.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

As for mending, I think its good to take the time to fix something rather than throw it away. Its an antidote to wastefulness and to the need for immediate gratification. You get to see a whole process through, beginning to end, nothing abstract about it. You'll always notice the fabric scar, of course, but there's an art to mending. If you're careful, the repair can actually add to the beauty of the think because it is a testimony to its worth.

I am in agreement with Goethe, who said that every day one ought to ´´hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.´´ I would add to this the need to love. Without it, the rest is dust.´´

I am in agreement with Goethe, who said that every day one ought to 'hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.' I would add to this the need to love. Without it, the rest is dust.

It's not that he doesn't smile; it's that if his smile were something you drew, you'd erase it, thinking, Wrong.

As for mending, I think it's good to take the time to fix something rather than throw it away. It's an antidote to wastefulness and to the need for immediate gratification. You get to see a whole process through, beginning to end, nothing abstract about it. You'll always notice the fabric scar, of course, but there's an art to mending: If you're careful, the repair can actually add to the beauty of the thing, because it is testimony to its worth.

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A creative life is an amplified life. It's a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life. Living in this manner—continually and stubbornly bringing forth the jewels that are hidden within you—is a fine art, in and of itself.

But to yell at your creativity, saying, "You must earn money for me!" is sort of like yelling at a cat; it has no idea what you're talking about, and all you're doing is scaring it away, because you're making really loud noises and your face looks weird when you do that.

An abiding stereotype of creativity is that it turns people crazy. I disagree: Not expressing creativity turns people crazy. ("If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you don't bring forth what is within you, what you don't bring forth will destroy you."—Gospel of Thomas.)

At some point, you really just have to finish your work and release it as is-if only so you can go on and make other things with a glad and determined heart.

I want to explore the art of pleasure in Italy, the art of devotion in India and, in Indonesia, the art of balancing the two. It was only later, after admitting this dream, that I noticed the happy coincidence that all these countries begin with the letter I. A fairly auspicious sign, it seemed, on a voyage of self-discovery.

I have watched so many other people murder their creativity by demanding that their art pay the bills.

art is absolutely meaningless. It is, however, also deeply meaningful.

And what if people absolutely hate what you've created? What if people attack you with savage vitriol, and insult your intelligence, and malign your motives, and drag your good name through the mud? Just smile sweetly and suggest—as politely as you possibly can—that they go make their own fucking art.

Creativity is a crushing chore and a glorious mystery. The work wants to be made, and it wants to be made through you.

The results of my work don't have much to do with me. I can only be in charge of producing the work itself. That's a hard enough job. I refuse to take on additional jobs, such as trying to police what anybody thinks about my work once it leaves my desk.

Painting working!

The earliest evidence of recognizable human art is forty thousand years old. The earliest evidence of human agriculture, by contrast, is only ten thousand years old. Which means that somewhere in our collective evolutionary story, we decided it was way more important to make attractive, superfluous items than it was to learn how to regularly feed ourselves.

U svijetu nereda, nesre?a i prijevare katkad je mogu?e vjerovati samo ljepoti. Samo je umjetni?ka izvrsnost nepotkupljiva. Užitku nije mogu?e spustiti cijenu. A obrok je katkad jedina stvarna valuta.

Q: What is creativity? A: The relationship between a human being and the mysteries of inspiration.

What does any of that have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations?