When you stop doing something, it doesn't mean you are rejecting the previous work. That's the mistake; it's not rejecting it, it's saying, 'I have exploited it enough now and I wish to take a look at another corner.'
David HockneyRead
I can get excitement watching rain on a puddle. And then I paint it. Now, I admit, there are not too many people who would find that exciting. But I would. And I want life thrilling and rich. And it is. I make sure it is.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the joy of finding excitement in simple experiences and the importance of actively creating a rich life.
David Hockney emphasizes the beauty of appreciating ordinary moments, like watching rain on a puddle. He suggests that one can derive profound excitement from life by engaging with it creatively and openly, transforming the mundane into something thrilling through art and personal perspective.
In practice
In a creative writing workshop, to inspire students to find beauty in everyday moments.
When you stop doing something, it doesn't mean you are rejecting the previous work. That's the mistake; it's not rejecting it, it's saying, 'I have exploited it enough now and I wish to take a look at another corner.'
I'm interested in all kinds of pictures, however they are made, with cameras, with paint brushes, with computers, with anything.
I've always wanted to be able to paint the dawn.
My only worry is the painting I'm doing. Nothing else.
In fact, most artists want to make things a bit more difficult for themselves as they go along, to challenge themselves.
Cubism was an attack on the perspective that had been known and used for 500 years. It was the first big, big change. It confused people: they said, 'Things don't look like that!'
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul
A main part of the struggle of art has been to make an art that is direct, simple, humane, unconnected with powers that be in their essence... To the degree that it is connected with the bourgeoisie via the marketplace and so on is not necessarily an artist's problem.
Alimony is the curse of the writing class.
I just assumed the world was full of solo percussionists. I couldn't find sticks or music or anything where I was, but that was expected because there was nothing there anyway. And I think that was possibly the greatest asset for me, just not knowing.
I don't wait to be struck by lightning and I don't need certain slants of light in order to be able to write.
If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.
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