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Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's read more
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.
Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, read more
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.
Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.
Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent read more
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.
That is what the title of artist means: one who perceives more than his fellows, and who records more than read more
That is what the title of artist means: one who perceives more than his fellows, and who records more than he has seen.
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.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
With an apple I will astonish Paris.
With an apple I will astonish Paris.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure read more
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream
