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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Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.
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An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
Anyone who contributes to the defense fund
of pornographers is a mental moonbeam.
Anyone who contributes to the defense fund
of pornographers is a mental moonbeam.
The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.
The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed read more
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
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.
Why should I paint dead fish, onions and beer glasses? Girls are so much prettier.
Why should I paint dead fish, onions and beer glasses? Girls are so much prettier.
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 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.
