A common defect of modern art study is that too many students do not know why they draw. – Robert Henri
A common defect of modern art study is that too many students do not know why they draw. – Robert Henri
Any powerful work of art invades our being and changes it forever. – Armstrong Karen
Any powerful work of art invades our being and changes it forever. – Armstrong Karen
I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art. – Chaim Potok
I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art. – Chaim Potok
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling. – Iris Murdoch
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling. – Iris Murdoch
I’m pretty much looking for beauty all the time. It just seems like some days the light is better to see it. – Melodie Ramone
I’m pretty much looking for beauty all the time. It just seems like some days the light is better to see it. – Melodie Ramone
An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass. – Heinrich Böll
An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass. – Heinrich Böll
Does our purpose on Earth directly link to the people whom we end up meeting? Are our relationships and experiences actually the required dots that connect and then lead us to our ultimate destinies? – Jennifer Elisabeth
Does our purpose on Earth directly link to the people whom we end up meeting? Are our relationships and experiences actually the required dots that connect and then lead us to our ultimate destinies? – Jennifer Elisabeth
Young Bindo Altovini, looking out from time, made a perfect coalition with the mountains, the sky, and the tall redheaded woman who had bent over just slightly to examine a raging battle that was long over. Alessandro imagined that Bindo Altovini was saying, half with longing, half with delight, “These are the things in which I was so helplessly caught up, the waves that took me, what I loved. When light filled my eyes and I was restless and could move, I knew not what all the color was about, but only that I had a passion to see. And now that I am still, I pass on to you my liveliness and my life, for you will be taken, as once I was, and although you must fight beyond your capacity to fight and feel beyond your capacity to feel, remember that it ends in perfect peace, and you will be as still and content as am I, for whom centuries are not even seconds.” In the eyes of Bindo Altoviti, Alessandro saw wisdom and amusement, and he knew why the subjects of paintings and photographs seemed to look from the past as if with clairvoyance. Even brutal and impatient men, when frozen in time, assumed expressions of extraordinary compassion, as if they had reflected the essence of their redemption back into the photograph. In a sense they were still living. – Mark Helprin
Young Bindo Altovini, looking out from time, made a perfect coalition with the mountains, the sky, and the tall redheaded woman who had bent over just slightly to examine a raging battle that was long over. Alessandro imagined that Bindo Altovini was saying, half with longing, half with delight, “These are the things in which I was so helplessly caught up, the waves that took me, what I loved. When light filled my eyes and I was restless and could move, I knew not what all the color was about, but only that I had a passion to see. And now that I am still, I pass on to you my liveliness and my life, for you will be taken, as once I was, and although you must fight beyond your capacity to fight and feel beyond your capacity to feel, remember that it ends in perfect peace, and you will be as still and content as am I, for whom centuries are not even seconds.”
In the eyes of Bindo Altoviti, Alessandro saw wisdom and amusement, and he knew why the subjects of paintings and photographs seemed to look from the past as if with clairvoyance. Even brutal and impatient men, when frozen in time, assumed expressions of extraordinary compassion, as if they had reflected the essence of their redemption back into the photograph. In a sense they were still living. – Mark Helprin
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
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
As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that’s no guarantee you’ll create anything worth all your effort. You’re always haunt by the idea you’re wasting your life. – Chuck Palahniuk
As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that’s no guarantee you’ll create anything worth all your effort. You’re always haunt by the idea you’re wasting your life. – Chuck Palahniuk
Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others – priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior – hold us to the path of history. They keep us chained to the rock, that the vultures may eat out our hearts. It is the artist who has the courage to go against the crowd; he is the unrecognized “hero of our time” – and of all time. – Henry Miller
Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others – priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior – hold us to the path of history. They keep us chained to the rock, that the vultures may eat out our hearts. It is the artist who has the courage to go against the crowd; he is the unrecognized “hero of our time” – and of all time. – Henry Miller
Art is my life and my life is art. – Yoko Ono
Art is my life and my life is art. – Yoko Ono