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One should never criticize his own work except in a fresh and hopeful mood. The self-criticism of a tired mind read more
One should never criticize his own work except in a fresh and hopeful mood. The self-criticism of a tired mind is suicide.
I have been no more than a medium, as it were.
I have been no more than a medium, as it were.
The arts are not just instantaneous pleasure -- if you don't like it, the artist is wrong. I belong to read more
The arts are not just instantaneous pleasure -- if you don't like it, the artist is wrong. I belong to the generation which says if you don't like it, you don't understand and you ought to find out.
The fact that writers will go through so much to remain writers says something, perhaps everything. It would be far read more
The fact that writers will go through so much to remain writers says something, perhaps everything. It would be far easier (and nearly always more profitable) to become a real estate agent.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so read more
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will wish to learn from it and read more
When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will wish to learn from it and not because they think it will match their drapes! - 1997.
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"?.
Balance is the enemy of art.
Balance is the enemy of art.
