An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. – Oscar Wilde
An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. – Oscar Wilde
An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. – Oscar Wilde
Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be. – Jennifer Elisabeth
Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt – Christian Boltanski
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.”
(Last words, according to Dickens’s obituary in The Times.) – Charles Dickens
The Christian in the one whose imagination should fly beyond the stars. – Francis August Schaeffer
It is necessary to keep one’s compass in one’s eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges. – Michelangelo
I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt. – Dodie Smith
Well, life isn’t a cakewalk, is it?! Eighty-nine percent of the world’s most valuable art was created by men living in rat-infested flats. You think Velásquez wore Adidas? You think he enjoyed the luxuries of central heating and twenty-four-hour pizza delivery?! – Marisha Pessl
Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. – Rainer Maria Rilke
Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst. – Henri Cartier-Bresson
Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos. – Stephen Sondheim
There is something about the act of studying an unclothed body, as an artist does, that allows a person to appreciate it as pure form, regardless of the kinds of traits traditionally regarded as imperfections. In a figure drawing class, an obese woman’s folds of flesh take on a kind of beauty. You can look at a man’s shrunken chest or legs or buttocks with tenderness. Age is not ugly, just poignant. – Joyce Maynard