I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. – Frank Lloyd Wright

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. – Frank Lloyd Wright

Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us. – Marcel Proust

Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us. – Marcel Proust

Art is science made clear. – Jean Cocteau

Art is science made clear. – Jean Cocteau

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it must be impaired by the eyes of the unfeeling and the cruelty of the impotent. – Mark Rothko

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it must be impaired by the eyes of the unfeeling and the cruelty of the impotent. – Mark Rothko

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure. – George Eliot

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure. – George Eliot

…the second time you see something is really the first time. You need to know how it ends before you can appreciate how beautifully it’s put together from the beginning. – David Gilmour

…the second time you see something is really the first time. You need to know how it ends before you can appreciate how beautifully it’s put together from the beginning. – David Gilmour

Art has a voice – let it speak. – Rochelle Carr

Art has a voice – let it speak. – Rochelle Carr

A picture is worth a thousand words. – Napoleon

A picture is worth a thousand words. – Napoleon

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself. – Henry David Thoreau

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself. – Henry David Thoreau

The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do? – Pablo Picasso

The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do? – Pablo Picasso

I don’t like the idea of “understanding” a film. I don’t believe that rational understanding is an essential element in the reception of any work of art. Either a film has something to say to you or it hasn’t. If you are moved by it, you don’t need it explained to you. If not, no explanation can make you moved by it. – Federico Fellini

I don’t like the idea of “understanding” a film. I don’t believe that rational understanding is an essential element in the reception of any work of art. Either a film has something to say to you or it hasn’t. If you are moved by it, you don’t need it explained to you. If not, no explanation can make you moved by it. – Federico Fellini

You’ve always lived a life of pretense, not a real life– a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real. – Thomas Bernhard

You’ve always lived a life of pretense, not a real life– a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real. – Thomas Bernhard