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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.
I've been relying very heavily on my instincts as of late, and my songwriting has come to depend on my read more
I've been relying very heavily on my instincts as of late, and my songwriting has come to depend on my ability to surrender to the inspiration whenever it strikes. When I clear my mind and let the music take over, my hands seem to move on their own, and my voice utters words I haven't premeditated. This is pure instinct. It's like riding a wave. You just take a deep breath, hop on, and hang on as long as you can. That's basically how I songwrite when I'm composing impromptu pieces. It's a lot like channeling. Or free associating. And it's super fun, because anything can happen! It's pure creativity.
Good artists copy, great artists steal.
Good artists copy, great artists steal.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing
without work.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing
without work.
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.
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.
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.
Identity is theft of the self
Identity is theft of the self
