Explore Quotes on Art

Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.

The general history of art and literature shows that the highest achievements of the human mind are, as a rule, not favourably received at first.

I like the platform to show your art and everything that goes along with that. To show your voice and hopefully find films that are more politically driven, films that maybe inspire.

To do art, one thing should always remember - subjects of people in misery have deep meanings.

A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

Eakins rejected gentlemen athletics as his theme. Instead, he took a subject that had been the stuff of illustrated weeklies and the penny press and turned it into fine art. Eakins celebrates not fire from heaven but honest sweat, not genius but hard work.

There are so many reactions to art that make sense to me - but 'ick' means something.

If it were not for the intellectual snobs who pay - in solid cash - the arts would perish with their starving practitioners. Let us thank heaven for hypocrisy.

Originality in art puts charm where it wasn't.

Art is a way of showing greater fairness to things than is customary.

Art can make the old surprising, and the new and sudden soothing.

Every work of art is about everything.

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,_x000D__x000D_For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;_x000D__x000D_The ornament of beauty is suspect,_x000D__x000D_A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,_x000D__x000D_Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:_x000D__x000D_Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,_x000D__x000D_And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!

It is not that Shakespeare's art is in technicolor and fancy, and that real life is black and white and tedious. The life that Shakespeare was living was the only life he had, and he had to use it to create what he was doing.

Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.

A creative person has to create. It doesn't really matter what you create. If such a dancer wanted to go out and build the cactus gardens where he could, in Mexico, let him do that, but something that is creative has to go on.

The authour who imitates his predecessors only by furnishing himself with thoughts and elegances out of the same general magazine of literature, can with little more propriety be reproached as a plagiary, than the architect can be censured as a mean copier of Angelo or Wren, because he digs his marble out of the same quarry, squares his stones by the same art, and unites them in columns of the same orders.

The technical phase can be boring because there is little opportunity for creavivity, for art. Boredom leads to complacency and mistakes.