Quotes about Art

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered dangerous but set in place in their compartmental understandings.

There's a purpose to knowledge … salvation. What good are my visions or your visions, beautifully and laboriously worked out in art, if the purpose of it is not to save something in our souls and make it all beautiful.

Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion.

Since beginningless time and into the never-ending future, men have loved women without telling them, and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the void is not the void because there's nothing to be empty of. Art there, Lord Star? - Diminished is the drizzle that broke my calm.

Every man lives in two realms: the internal and the external. The internal is that realm of spiritual ends expressed in art, literature, morals, and religion. The external is that complex of devices, techniques, mechanisms, and instrumentalities by means of which we live.

if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about art we should not believe in war, and we should believe in art.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

In my research, I was surprised to discover that some experts believe many people possess an instinct or a natural aptitude for making money, others for healing, creating art, organizing, or negotiating. I'm convinced our instincts emerge out of and alongside our gifting, so it makes sense that our instincts would reflect our talents and abilities.

Would you paint if you knew you were painting only for Me?

The artist has been kind to me," she said softly, not looking at him. "The artist drew what he saw. What he sees even now," he said. A single tear slipped down her cheek. "I wish this were easier, Jake." "Nothing is easy, Aletta. At least nothing worth having.

To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.

Some men's passion is for gold. some men's passion is for art. some men's passion is for fame. my passion is for souls