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A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. read more
The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.
You know... that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum - a read more
You know... that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum - a canvas - a piece of film - or a guy sitting in front of a typewriter. Then, you start out to do something - that vague thing called creation. The beginning strikes awe within you.
Balance is the enemy of art.
Balance is the enemy of art.
One day the world will look upon research
on animals as it now looks upon research on human beings.
Da read more
One day the world will look upon research
on animals as it now looks upon research on human beings.
Da Vinci.
You do have to be fairly selfish when you have a gift. You cannot afford to let too many outside read more
You do have to be fairly selfish when you have a gift. You cannot afford to let too many outside things get in the way.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make read more
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.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
