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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.
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.
I think that one of the qualifications of artists should be a vow of celibacy. They should be confined to read more
I think that one of the qualifications of artists should be a vow of celibacy. They should be confined to ruining only their own lives.
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove read more
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove the paint that had poured into his sleeve.
The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. read more
The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs read more
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.
One thing that makes art different from life is that in art things have a shape... it allows us to read more
One thing that makes art different from life is that in art things have a shape... it allows us to fix our emotions on events at the moment they occur, it permits a union of heart and mind and tongue and tear.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
