Quotes About Art

For me true writing is that: not an elegant, studied gesture but a convulsive act.

Over time, writing has come to mean giving shape to a permanent balancing and unbalancing of myself, arranging fragments in a frame and waiting to mix them up.

When one stops writing one becomes oneself again, the person one usually is, in terms of occupations, thoughts, language. Thus I am now me again, I am here, I go about my ordinary business, I have nothing to do with the book, or, to be exact, I entered it, but I can no longer enter it.

Things without meaning are the most beautiful ones.

Por primera vez a lo largo de estos cuatro largos años, siento que no estás lejos, estoy llena de ti, es decir de pintura.

She can't even think anymore, she prefers to sing.

Leonora is a floating leaf of paper that will combust itself

Lo descubrí hace mucho al observar en el piso una tabla de madera, colocarle una hoja encima y tallar hasta que el grano de madera se convierta en la superficie del mar. Vi los nudos y quise conservar lo que me decía la madera, su paisaje, su poesía entrañable, su sexo.

Avanzo lentamente, estoy muy lejos de pintar como el pájaro canta, como lo pedía Renoir. Pero soy tu pájaro al fin y al cabo y he anidado para siempre entre tus manos.

De ti he aprendido a tomar notas, a expresarme en vez de rumiar en secreto, a moverme, a dibujar todos los días, a hacer, a decir en vez de meditar, a no disimular la conmoción y me siento fuerte por esta abundancia de actividad, este sentimiento de expansión y de plenitud.

Try to walk as much as you can and keep your love for nature, for that is the true way to learn to understand art more and more. Painters understand nature and love her and teach us to see her . . .

you will see . . . Gauguin and Bernard talk now of 'painting like children' – I would rather have that than 'painting like decadents'.

Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

No art can possibly comfort HER then, even though art is credited with so many things, especially an ability to offer solace. Sometimes, of course, art creates the suffering in the first place.

most expensive originals have cheap imitations.

Das Schreiben ist kein Genuss. Es ist das Quälende. Etwas, was man tut, wie Kotzen. Man muss es tun, obwohl man es eigentlich nicht will.

Her body is one big refrigerator, where Art is well stored.

Schein geht vor Sein [...]. Ja, die Realität ist wahrscheinlich einer der schlimmsten Irrtümer überhaupt. Lüge geht demnach vor Wahrheit [...]. Das Irreale kommt vor dem Realen. Und die Kunst gewinnt dabei an Qualität.

The mob not only grabs hold of art without being entitled to do so, but it also enters the artist. It takes up residence inside the artist and smashes a few holes in the wall, windows to the outer world: The mob wants to be seen.

Many young people are still driven to art, as in olden times. Most of them are driven by their parents, who know nothing about art—only that it exists.

Samo te smrt može sprije?iti da se posvetiš umjetnosti.

Let me write it down, quite unambiguously: paper could cut me open as a paper knife slits paper. I'd like to meet the person who could make a new woman of me out of the things I say.

Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.