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Art is an absolute mistress; she will not be coquetted with or slighted; she requires the most entire self-devotion, and she repays with grand triumphs.

Those who write for lucre or fame are grosser than the cartel robbers, for they steal the genius of the people, which is its will to resist evil.
The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.
An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at girls and persuade themselves they have a better idea.
Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.
With an apple I will astonish Paris.
When I am finishing a picture I hold some God-made object up to it -- a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand -- as a kind of final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it is bad art.
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value; there is no other.
Abstract Art: A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it --just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.
The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period. When it has come to the knowledge of good and evil it is stronger, but we care less about it.
In any society, the artist has a responsibility. His effectiveness is certainly limited and a painter or writer cannot change the world. But they can keep an essential margin of non-conformity alive. Thanks to them the powerful can never affirm that everyone agrees with their acts. That small difference is important.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
The great artist is a slave to his ideals.
Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.
The highest art is always the most religious, and the greatest artist is always a devout person.
The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.
The greater the decrease in the social significance of an art form, the sharper the distinction between criticism and enjoyment by the public. The conventional is uncritically enjoyed, and the truly new is criticized with aversion.
Any artist should be grateful for a na?ve grace which puts him beyond the need to reason elaborately.
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the true genius emerges. I don't have enough hair to be a genius. I think you have to have hair going everywhere.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
As the twentieth century ends, commerce and culture are coming closer together. The distinction between life and art has been eroded by fifty years of enhanced communications, ever-improving reproduction technologies and increasing wealth.
Pop artists deal with the lowly trivia of possessions and equipment that the present generation is lugging along with it on its safari into the future.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
So wie die Verruecktheit in einem hoeheren Sinn, der Anfang aller Weisheit ist, so ist die Schizophrenie der Anfang aller Kunst, aller Phantasie. (As insanity in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom, so is schizophrenia the beginning of all art, all fantasy.)
Possibly the worst break up line ever: it's not me, it's you.
Ik denk dat de emoties en percepties waar ik toegang tot heb als een zwart iemand en als een vrouwelijk iemand, ruimer zijn dan iemand die geen van beide is... Dus lijkt het me dat dit gegeven m'n leefwereld niet verkleind heeft als zwarte, vrouwelijke schrijver. Dit maakte m'n leefwereld alleen maar groter.
A true artist looks at lyrics, pictures, stories, and paintings like a breath of fresh air.
My inspiration is Art....Because without Art we would just be stuck with reality... By Daniel R. Lynch
Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

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