Quotes About Art

N?u ng??i ta bi?t gì Ä'ó v? Ä'i?u mình s? vi?t, trÆ°á»›c khi làm Ä'i?u Ä'ó, trÆ°á»›c khi vi?t, ng??i ta s? không bao gi? vi?t. Ch?ng c?n.

Vi?t v?n là tìm cách bi?t trÆ°á»›c ???c mình s? vi?t gì n?u mình vi?t - ng??i ta ch? bi?t Ä'i?u này sau Ä'ó - còn trÆ°á»›c Ä'ó, là câu h?i hóc búa nh?t mà ng??i ta có th? ??t ra cho mình. NhÆ°ng cÅ©ng là câu h?i lá»›n nh?t.

V?n chÆ°Æ¡ng, nó ??n nhÆ° cÆ¡n gió, nó tr?n tr?i, nó là má»±c vi?t, nó là Ä'i?u ???c vi?t ra, và nó trôi qua nhÆ° không có b?t k? Ä'i?u gì khác trôi qua trong ??i, không gì hÆ¡n, ngoài nó, cuá»™c s?ng.

From each art practiced in its time I derive a knowledge which compensates me in part for pleasures lost. I have supposed, and in my better moments think so still, that it would be possible in this manner to participate in the existence of everyone; such sympathy would be one of the least revocable kinds of immortality.

Tout bonheur est un chef-d'oeuvre: la moindre erreur le fausse, la moindre hésitation l'altère, la moindre lourder le dépare, la moindre sottise l'abêtit.

Any happiness is a masterpiece.

La musique me transporte dans un monde où la douleur ne cesse pas d'exister, mais s'élargit, se tranquillise, devient tout à la fois plus calme et plus profonde, comme un torrent qui se transforme en lac. (p. 81)

De cada arte practicado en su tiempo, extraigo un conocimiento que me resarce en parte de los placeres perdidos. Creí, y en mis buenos momentos lo creo todavía, que es posible compartir de esta suerte la existencia de todos, y que esa simpatía es una de las formas menos revocables de la inmortalidad.

Mai mult m-a preocupat chipul altuia. Îndat? ce acela începuse s? conteze în viaÈ›a mea, arta încet? s? mai fie lux, devenind resurs?, modalitate de ajutorare.

Contam cu disperare pe eternitatea pitrei, pe fidelitatea bronzului în dorinÈ›a de a perpetua un corp perisabil, ori deja distrus, insistând totodat? ca marmura, uns? zilnic cu un amestec de ulei È™i acizi, s? prind? fineÈ›e È™i aproape moliciunea c?rnii tinere.

Exist? portretele de dup? moarte, peste care moartea a trecut, chipurile acelea mari, cu buzele savant lucrate, pline de secrete ce nu-mi mai apar?in fiindc? nu mai sunt ale vie?ii.

Il m'a toujours semblé que la musique ne devrait être que du silence, qui chercherait à s'exprimer. Voyez, par exemple, une fontaine. L'eau muette emplit les conduits, s'y amasse, en déborde, et la perle qui tombe est sonore. Il m'a toujours semblé que la musique ne devrait être que le trop-plein d'un grand silence. (p. 81)

La musique] L'enseigner aux enfants est une épreuve pénible, parce que la technique les détourne de l'âme. (p. 80)

If it is made with love, the imperfect becomes perfect.

imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

to make art is to realize another's sadness within, realize the hidden sadness in other people's lives, to feel sad with and for a stranger.

Art, their father had frequently told them, was exactly that: to make art is the realize another's sadness within, realize the hidden sadness in other people's lives, to feel with and for a stranger.

Life is deep, but our current politics is shallow. The history of this country is like the stuff of great art and philosophy, while our current politics is more on the level of gossip magazines. It is shallow and tawdry, an unworthy vehicle for grappling with the meaning of what we are going through. We need to think more deeply if we're to create more powerfully. We need to focus on a broader understanding of the American story and commit ourselves to rewriting it.

Marianne Williamson

We don't have anything like that here. War masks and so on.

Let's do it on the antimacassar, on the antimacassar -from Twenty Five Haiku

Some people use bullfights, some the Mass, some art in order to ritualize or transform death into life or at least meaning. But my terror is that life itself is a ritual transforming everything into death.

Paintings are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did not commit. Some cover holes-holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes-in wallets, holes in hearts...in negative space.