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Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Art is... a question mark in the minds of those who want to know what's happening.
Art is... a question mark in the minds of those who want to know what's happening.
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.
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.
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.
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates read more
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
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.
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but read more
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but as a source of inspiration. And it usually manages, one way or another, to turn up in his product.
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.
