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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.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
Art is the creation of forms symbolic of human feeling.
Art is the creation of forms symbolic of human feeling.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
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.
You can't do sketches enough. Sketch everything and keep your curiosity fresh.
You can't do sketches enough. Sketch everything and keep your curiosity fresh.
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?
Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.