art

True art is thoughtful, emotional examination of how human themes impact the overall experience of existing. The rest is kitsch.

Art does not exist only to entertain -- but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to disturb, in a constant search for the truth.

No one gets up after death-there is no applause-there is only silence and some second-hand clothes, and that's death.

But this was the first occasion I had come across someone for whom art was a means of avoiding reality rather than confronting it head on, an idea so strange to me that I didn't fully comprehend it at the time.

We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate art.

I tell you, you will not see the new beauty and the truth, until you make up your minds to spit.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art__ euphemism__amed wilderness.

Looking back upon my work today, I think the best I have done grew out of things deeply felt, the worst from a pride in mere talent.

The photographer does the world a great disservice when he leaves his camera at home.

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

When the world asks "what was it like?" Only the photographer can say "See!

If there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

The photographer does the world a great disservice when she leaves her camera at home.

This was not the perfect work that had existed in her mind. It was only the imperfect rendering that was the best her skill could manage. Yet Giulia was not dismayed. For she knew that she would try again _ and again, and again, for as long as it took to gain the experience, the judgment, the understanding to get it right. And perhaps she never would get it right. Perhaps she would never attain that flawless blue, never create that perfect image, never find the ultimate point of balance between what she could accomplish an what she could dream. Yet wasn__ that the point? To be drawn onward, ever onward, in pursuit of your deepest passion? To look back at the end fo the race and knew that you had never done less than the most you could do?

Tattoos are a permanent commitment of passion

If you follow your passion, it will lead you to fulfillment.

As I go under, I wonder if there__ a reason for art?