…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

Lies are the religion of slaves and masters. Truth is the god of the free man. – Maxim Gorky

All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone.. the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. – Marcel Duchamp

All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone.. the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. – Marcel Duchamp

I suddenly knew that religion, God – something beyond everyday life – was there to be found, provided one is really willing. And I saw that though what I felt in the church was only imagination, it was a step on the way; because imagination itself can be a kind of willingness – a pretense that things are real, due to one’s longing for them. It struck me that this was somehow tied up with what the Vicar said about religion being an extension of art – and then I had a glimpse of how religion can really cure you of sorrow; somehow make use of it, turn it to beauty, just as art can make sad things beautiful. I found myself saying: ‘Sacrifice is the secret – you have to sacrifice things for art and it’s the same with religion; and then the sacrifice turns out to be a gain.’ Then I got confused and I couldn’t hold on to what I meant – until Miss Blossom remarked: ‘Nonsense, duckie – it’s prefectly simple. You lose yourself in something beyond yourself and it’s a lovely rest.’ I saw that, all right. Then I thought: ‘But that’s how Miss Marcy cured her sorrow, too – only she lost herself in other people instead of in religion.’ Which way of life was best – hers or the Vicar’s? I decided that he loves God and merely likes the villagers, whereas she loves the villagers and merely likes God – and then I suddenly wondered if I could combine both ways, love God and my neighbor equally. Was I really willing to? – Dodie Smith

I suddenly knew that religion, God – something beyond everyday life – was there to be found, provided one is really willing. And I saw that though what I felt in the church was only imagination, it was a step on the way; because imagination itself can be a kind of willingness – a pretense that things are real, due to one’s longing for them. It struck me that this was somehow tied up with what the Vicar said about religion being an extension of art – and then I had a glimpse of how religion can really cure you of sorrow; somehow make use of it, turn it to beauty, just as art can make sad things beautiful.

I found myself saying: ‘Sacrifice is the secret – you have to sacrifice things for art and it’s the same
with religion; and then the sacrifice turns out to be a gain.’ Then I got confused and I couldn’t hold on to what I meant – until Miss Blossom remarked: ‘Nonsense, duckie – it’s prefectly simple. You lose yourself in something beyond yourself and it’s a lovely rest.’

I saw that, all right. Then I thought: ‘But that’s how Miss Marcy cured her sorrow, too – only she lost herself in other people instead of in religion.’ Which way of life was best – hers or the Vicar’s? I decided that he loves God and merely likes the villagers, whereas she loves the villagers and merely likes God – and then I suddenly wondered if I could combine both ways, love God and my neighbor equally. Was I really willing to? – Dodie Smith

If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint. – Edward Hopper

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

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

I want to be famous but unknown! – Edgar Degas

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. – Joan Miró

Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art. – Oscar Wilde

I shut my eyes in order to see. – Paul Gauguin

Work on. ” Work as if every time you started with and every time you finish. – Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

Work on.
” Work as if every time you started with and every time you finish. – Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe – Ray Bradbury