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What is art but a way of seeing?.
What is art but a way of seeing?.
The defining function of the artist is to cherish consciousness.
The defining function of the artist is to cherish consciousness.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen
Time extracts various values from a painter's work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten, and the more read more
Time extracts various values from a painter's work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten, and the more a picture has to give, the greater it is.
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.
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a read more
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a
landscape painter, it is love of read more
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a
landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves
you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and
human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter,
it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that
move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours,
and the fullness thereof.
One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until read more
One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the
colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely
away.
