artists-life

I can create my imagination because i am an Artist.!

Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without __rt_ is just __h

Ok! So that's the spice. Typical gossips for or against a qualified newcomer!

Why is joy not considered a fit subject for an artist?

The painter folded back the heavy curtain, standing in the stream of light breaking through the damp thickness of the room. He paused, still holding the drape in his hand as he considered with suspicion that a world could exist outside the window.

To paint one must forget everything else. Where you live, who you know, what you eat, when to sleep. The landscape of the canvas becomes your only reality. The planet you inhabit is a single plane of infinite dimensions, stretched like a guitar string, and standing before you like a concubine waiting for your command.

In retrospect, I think those people dressed in costumes walking up Montparnasse must have seen someting before anybody else did. When they looked at me and said, "This guy comes with us," I think it wasn't just an accident, it was as clear a sign as I would ever get that I was going to enter the life of the artist. I was going to disrobe myself, I was going to put on a new identity, I was going to be somebody else.

He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.

Nothing I do is natural, realistic, organic or accidental. I'm never spontaneous, I'm completely premeditated.

I will always know the glory of the beautiful and rare, as they will know security from labour and prayer. As they will hear the laughter of the children they gave life, I will know the torments of the song born under knife.And to their girls, they will give,while with their sons they'll share;where I will bear a song__ son! The wife of despair.