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The art and science of asking questions is the source of all knowledge.
The art and science of asking questions is the source of all knowledge.
Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
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.
Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.
Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.
The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark read more
The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
So-called art restoration is at least as tricky as brain surgery. Most pictures expire under scalpel and sponge.
So-called art restoration is at least as tricky as brain surgery. Most pictures expire under scalpel and sponge.
Feminist art is not some tiny creek running off the great river of real art. It is not some crack read more
Feminist art is not some tiny creek running off the great river of real art. It is not some crack in an otherwise flawless stone. It is, quite spectacularly I think, art which is not based on the subjugation of one half of the species. It is art which will take the great human themes --love, death, heroism, suffering, history itself --and render them fully human. It may also, though perhaps our imaginations are so mutilated now that we are incapable even of the ambition, introduce a new theme, one as great and as rich as those others --should we call it "joy"?.
