Bad artists always admire each others work.

Bad artists always admire each others work.

Art is the objectification of feeling, and the subjectification
of nature.

Art is the objectification of feeling, and the subjectification
of nature.

Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.
[Lat., Pictoribus atque poetis
Quidlibet audendi semper read more

Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.
[Lat., Pictoribus atque poetis
Quidlibet audendi semper fuit aequa potestas.]

The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a
comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose read more

The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a
comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose
within its scope, but concealed from the eye of the spectator;
and in the production of effects that seem to flow forth
spontaneously, as though uncontrolled by their influence, and
which are equally excellent, whether regarded individually, or in
reference to the proposed result.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite read more

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire

In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire

All passes, Art alone
Enduring stays to us;
The Bust out-lasts the throne,--
The read more

All passes, Art alone
Enduring stays to us;
The Bust out-lasts the throne,--
The coin, Tiberius.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own
nature into his pictures.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own
nature into his pictures.

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a
surplice peg,
We have learned read more

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a
surplice peg,
We have learned to bottle our parent twain in the yelk of an
addled egg.
We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by
the cart,
But the devil never whoops, as he of old; It's clever, but is it
art?