As an artist, if your work doesn’t inflame at least part of the audience, then you might as well call it quits and sell insurance… The world needs more boundary pushers, not more boundary creators. – Alys Arden
No se trata de ser buena. Se trata de ponerle pasión. – Jackson Pearce
Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the inside of the person who is seeing it. – Chaim Potok
A fine work of art – music, dance, painting, story – has the power to silence the chatter in the mind and lift us to another place. – Robert McKee
Art is sanctioned pornography – Stewart Home
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling. – Iris Murdoch
We need houses as we need clothes, architecture stimulates fashion. It’s like hunger and thirst — you need them both. – Karl Lagerfeld
Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they’re born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mocking birds aren’t content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world. For example, a mockingbird in South Carolina was heard to blend the songs of thirty-two different kinds of birds into a ten-minute performance, a virtuoso display that serve no practical purpose, falling, therefore, into the realm of pure art. – Tom Robbins
To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. … Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life… – William S. Burroughs
He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it. – Jorge Luis Borges
I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours. – Oscar Wilde
When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies – John Fowles
