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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.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Abstract Art: A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
Abstract Art: A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
No one should drive a hard bargain with an artist.
No one should drive a hard bargain with an artist.
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
Nature is inside art as its content, not outside as its model.
Nature is inside art as its content, not outside as its model.
Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.
Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.
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.
Feminist art is not some tiny creek running off the great river of real art. It is not some crack read more
Feminist art is not some tiny creek running off the great river of real art. It is not some crack in an otherwise flawless stone. It is, quite spectacularly I think, art which is not based on the subjugation of one half of the species. It is art which will take the great human themes --love, death, heroism, suffering, history itself --and render them fully human. It may also, though perhaps our imaginations are so mutilated now that we are incapable even of the ambition, introduce a new theme, one as great and as rich as those others --should we call it "joy"?.
