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The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
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.
When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and read more
When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and cry with their laughter and tears, you will know you are on the right track.
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink read more
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
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.
Art for art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed.
Art for art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed.
Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all read more
Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details.
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.