Quotes About Art

Imaginad el cuadro: sería vuestra merced tan amable de venir a la luz y destocarse, caballero, gracias, veo que sois el más rubio, permitid que os introduzca una cuarta de acero toledano en los higadillos.

comprende?... Se va transformando, muere y vive mientras nace, hasta que el artista dice basta. Sólo entonces termina. Y muere de verdad.

Un cuadro es la suma de sus destrucciones. Es algo vivo, ¿comprende?... Se va transformando, muere y vive mientras nace, hasta que el artista dice basta. Sólo entonces termina. Y muere de verdad.

Fashion is almost like a religion, for me at least.

Design my own line? No, I just like the culture.

Creative writing is very similar to pooping. Can't write till there is enough pressure!

Revealing aspects of the mystery of being human is life's inexhaustible research. Through the adventures of art, we find the meaning of our lives.

How would you start to write a poem? How would you put together a series of words for its first line—how would you know which words to choose? When you read a poem, every word seemed so perfect that it had to have been predestined—well, a good poem.

I feel like every project I've ever done has had music involved in it somehow.

On the first day of the arts and crafts class i had nothing really prepared, so i asked everyone to draw themselves. When i looked at the drawings i felt faint. All of the students were Black, yet the drawings depicted a lot of blond-haired, blue-eyed little white children. I was horrified.

Since they weren't sleepy and nothing had been left unsaid, they began to read poetry to each other, taking turns like children and enjoying it. Bachir had a lovely voice, one that was already that of a man. He knew many poems by heart. He lovingly recited Victor Hugo, with warmth Rimbaud's Le bateau ivre, and poems written by young people going into battle; he then moved on to the poets of liberty - Rimbaud again, Eluard, and Desnos.

You can not write in the chimney with charcoal.

Sam: So then what is art? Hally: You want a definition? Sam: Ja. Hally: [He realizes he has got to be careful. He gives the matter a lot of thought before answering.] Philosophers have been trying to do that for centuries. What is Art? What is Life? But basically I suppose it's... the giving of meaning to matter. Sam: Nothing to do with beautiful? Hally: It goes beyond that. It's the giving of form to the formless.

Then the curtain fell with a pudic rapidity.

I have one aim—the grotesque. If I am not grotesque I am nothing.

People hate to see their vices depicted, but vice is terrible and it should be depicted.

How few of our young English impressionists knew the difference between a palette and a picture! However, I believe that Walter Sickert did sly dog!

I think the title page I drew for Salom was after all "impossible". You see booksellers couldn't stick it up in their windows.

Ones ears are weary of the voice of the art teacher who sits like the parrot on his perch, learning the jargon of the studios, making but poor copy and calling it criticism. We have had enough of their omniscience, their parade of technical knowledge, and their predilection for the wrong end of the stick.

I have always done my sketches, as people would say, for the fun of it... I have worked to amuse myself, and if it has amused the public as well, so much the better for me.

Of course, I have one aim, the grotesque. If I am not grotesque I am nothing.

All humanity inspires me. Every passer-by is my unconscious sitter; and as strange as it may seem, I really draw folk as I see them. Surely it is not my fault that they fall into certain lines and angles.

as soon as a work of art is of practical use, betrays a purpose or a tendency its beauty vanishes.

i love music more than food!!!!!!!!!!