Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind and the irresponsibility of the artist and the irrelevance of art to actual living becomes part and parcel of the practice of art.
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I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details read more
I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness. - The Art of Being Ruled.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness. - The Art of Being Ruled.
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.
The sculptor produces the beautiful statue by chipping away such parts of the marble block as are not needed - read more
The sculptor produces the beautiful statue by chipping away such parts of the marble block as are not needed - it is a process of elimination.
About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment.
About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Un croquis vaut mieux qu’un long discours."Fr., "A picture is worth a thousand words.
Un croquis vaut mieux qu’un long discours."Fr., "A picture is worth a thousand words.
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.
I have been no more than a medium, as it were.
I have been no more than a medium, as it were.
