art

This mind is continuous and ever taxing, Sleep is an endeavoring luxury for the carnivorous mind

I painted for the eyes, and wrote prose for the ears_ Between those senses lay the mind and soul_ I enjoyed connecting with people__ deepest thoughts, their hopes and dreams_ My pen and brush were tools to achieve my artistic desired effects.

Oh Maker, what did they really say about your black creation? I think you made a beautiful work of art on a canvass of rebellion. Hey, Maker! We are still selling out!

The creative process, so far as we are able to follow it at all, consists in the unconscious activation of an archetypal image, and in elaborating and shaping this image into the finished work. By giving it shape, the artist translates it into the language of the present, and so makes it possible for us to find our way back to the deepest springs of life. Therein lies the social significance of art: it is constantly at work educating the spirit of the age, conjuring up the forms in which the age is most lacking.

Spend one more day in pursuit of art that only you can produce, and somewhere, someone is envying your courage to do just that.

You must study the Masters but guard the original style that beats within your soul and put to sword those who would try to steal it.

I don__ want to sit there and be like, __h, I don__ care what the audience thinks._ It does matter to me. I just want them to think, to be honest.

Art is love made public.

I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

I adore the elegance of botanical realism but I also can't help but dream of my very own neo-surrealistic fantasy flowers, and so I paint and illustrate both; I always find myself between both of those worlds.

The ironic, too-cool meta satire, the sneering and mocking? Is actually just a contemporary version of the bourgeois sentimentality it's trying to mock. It is not new. Really it's almost quaint. The backlash has already outlasted it.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art__ aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.

The boy took my sketchbook.

With you, it's... I don't even know how to say it. It's like you're a work of art. Every time I'm with you, I see something new. Something beautiful.

I see football as an art and all players are artists.If you are a top artist, the last thing you would do is paint a picture somebody else has already painted.

The real joy of writing lies in the opportunity of being able to sacrifice a whole chapter for a single sentence, a complete sentence for a single word...

ART: None. The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature, and there simply isn__ a mirror big enough__ee point one.