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The artist is called a creator.

An artist is nothing without his or her obsessions.

... Geniuses have a little extra something. There's that little something that you know is a little different.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.

Every artist seems to me to have the job of bearing witness to the world we live in. To some extent I think of all of us as artists, because we have voices and we are each of us unique.

All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world; some men even to delight. This love of beauty is taste. Others have the same love in such success that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms. The creation of beauty is art.

As an artist, I want to interpret my feelings

Art, well good art at least, takes you to a place you go during the experience of it, and then after you experience it you are different.

What's great about art is that if you can reach people, if they hear or see what you do and it moves them, there's a commonality.

Ideally, each piece of art's its own unique object, and its evaluation's always present-tense.

Art is a private thing, the artist makes it for himself

That is why I believe that art is so much more significant than either economics or philosophy. It is the direct measure of man's spiritual vision.

The modern work of art, as I have said, is a symbol.

The worlds I paint leave a lot to engage the imagination by hinting at what lies beyond the four edges of the painting.

Art is supposed to spark conversation and make people think.

The purpose of concept art as a genre is to unbrainwash our mathematical and logical faculties.

A discerning eye needs only a hint, and understatement leaves the imagination free to build its own elaborations.

And despite the fact that the basis of this mathematical way of thinking in art is in reason, its dynamic content is able to launch us on astral flights which soar into unknown and still uncharted regions of the imagination.

Artists, like yourself, are born with a need to express that's just innate.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

It would add much to human happiness, if an art could be taught of forgetting all of which the remembrance is at once useless and afflictive, that the mind might perform its functions without encumbrance, and the past might no longer encroach upon the present.