Identity is theft of the self

Identity is theft of the self

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he is a painter, or read more

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he is a painter, or his ears if he is a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he is a poet, or, if he is merely a boxer, only his muscle? On the contrary, he is at the same time a political being, constantly alert to the heartrending, burning, or happy events in the world, molding himself in their likeness.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways; but the good artists who follow after genius - read more

Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways; but the good artists who follow after genius - and I count myself among these - have to restore the lost connection once more.

Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and
remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and read more

Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and
remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother
woman.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

Give me a museum and I'll fill it.

Give me a museum and I'll fill it.