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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.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make read more
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
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.
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.
The advantage of a classical education is that it enables you to despise the wealth which it prevents you from read more
The advantage of a classical education is that it enables you to despise the wealth which it prevents you from achieving.
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious
men who are deprived of honours or of read more
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious
men who are deprived of honours or of wealth.
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than read more
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? to the designer of the camera? To the finger on the button? tso the law of averages?