We used to make patterns in the dirt, hanging our feet off the horse-drawn farm equipment. We made endless hourglass figures that I now see as the forms within forms in my crocheted wire sculptures.
Ruth AsawaRead
It wasn't stone. It wasn't welded steel. It wasn't traditional sculpture. They thought it was craft, or something else, but not art. They couldn't define it in the early Fifties when I was starting out.
Interpretation
Ruth Asawa expresses the uncertainty and evolving definitions of art during her early career.
In this quote, Ruth Asawa reflects on the challenges she faced as an artist in the early Fifties, when her unique approach to art was often misunderstood or categorized in ways that did not capture its essence. She highlights the struggle for definitions in the art world, emphasizing that true art can transcend traditional materials and expectations, inviting a broader appreciation of creative expression.
In practice
This quote can be used during an art event to discuss the evolving nature of creativity.
We used to make patterns in the dirt, hanging our feet off the horse-drawn farm equipment. We made endless hourglass figures that I now see as the forms within forms in my crocheted wire sculptures.
Art is doing. Art deals directly with life.
An artist is not special. An artist is an ordinary person who can take ordinary things and make them special.
I am able to take a wire line and go into the air and define the air without stealing from anyone. A line can enclose and define space while letting the air remain air.
There are millions of chords. There are millions of numbers. And everyone forgets the one that is a zero. But without the zero, numbers are just arithmetic. Without the empty chord, music is just noise.
Anybody can write music of a sort. But touching the public heart is quite another thing.
I carry my thoughts about me for a long time, often a very long time, before I write them down; meanwhile my memory is so faithful that I am sure never to forget, not even in years, a theme that has once occurred to me.
It's wonderful when music is intellectually stimulating. But ultimately it has to be a visceral experience.
The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.
The value of art is in the observer.
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