Quotes About Art

Art isn't really about raw unmediated access to reality: that's reality. You get that at the bus stop. Art is about interpreting reality, pointing up certain aspects of it, focusing attention. Editing." Most

If Michelangelo was too proud to lean, Vincent wasn't.

Michelangelo's thumb moved across his wrist, giving Vincent a sympathetic shiver at the imagined texture of the skin.

Michelangelo lifted his chin, turned, and gave Vincent a smile warm enough to melt his implants. He glanced over his shoulder, as if ascertaining the lounge was empty, then learned forward, slid both hands up Vincent's neck, and pulled Vincent's head down to plant a warm, tender kiss on his lips.

Sparks of sensation follow Michelangelo's hands as they cupped Vincent's skull and stroked his nape.

He knew Michelangelo wanted him, as he had always known. As Michelangelo had always permitted him to know.

Michelangelo leaned back, but his breath stayed warm on Vincent's cheek and Vincent didn't pull away.

Galaxies dances across her drawn skin. Mine moved in reflection.

Tis in thy hands, Sir Poet.

The cast had to come off before she could attempt a sculpture of her prey.

Vincent stood, all lithe grace, and let his hand rest warmly on Michelangelo's shoulder.

Art keeping me among the living, angel?

I will never forget experiencing Venice for the first time. It feels like you are transported to another time - the art, music, food and pure romance in the air is like no other place.

Why shouldn't we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music ... some intimate, low-voiced and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?

Life and the memory of it cramped,dim, on a piece of Bristol board.

One has to commit a painting,' said Degas, 'the way one commits a crime.

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.

Why shouldn't we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music [...], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?

Even losing you (a joking voice, a gesture/ I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident/ the art of losing's not too hard to master/ though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Art should be truth; and truth, unadorned, unsentimentalized, is beauty.

He accorded his art the highest respect, that of never taking it for granted. Always, as long as he lived, he tried to learn more, in order to serve it better.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Young girls like the excess of any quality. Without knowing, they want to suffer, to suffer they must exaggerate; they like to have loud chords struck upon them. Loving art better than life they need men to be actors; only an actor moves them, with his telling smile, undomestic, out of touch with the everyday that they dread. They love to enjoy love as a system of doubts and shocks. They are right; not seeking husbands yet, they have no reason to see love socially.

While I stand and regard it, the indifference to myself shown by a work of art in itself is art.