art

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I__e done everything I wanted to do, writing books, learning about things, but I__e been swindled all the same because it__ never anything more.

Some thoughts you underestimate but may be capable of energizing the world. Never delay to put your thoughts into words.

Paint the sky of life with colors that only you can create!

Art is our endless desire to turn the mortal things into the immortal things!

Art that only comes from the head isn't any good.

If someone says something about your art that makes you feel bad, disregard it and joyfully make more art.

And someday,when the partiesdon__ dazzle you anymore,and when the alcohol failsto amuse your senses,come to me.We__l lie on the grass,stare at the stars,and talk about Life.Maybe I will become the Momentyou rediscover yourself again.

Why should a real chair be better than an imaginary elephant?

_ I studied the painting that hangs over the small fireplace. Immerse myself in art, I told myself. Immerse myself in the conversation of those strollers, people who seem to move about more comfortably in their early-evening twilight than I do, people of maybe sixty years ago.

You can't live with literary characters no matter how much you might like to. You can have them as imaginary friends that you can call up when you need to. One of the tasks of art is to provide people with companions.

I think we live in a time where artists are very tidy and afraid of what others might think. They hesitate in expressing their views and opinions. So being original is rare. For me, it's about living the life you create for yourself, to create your kingdom. I think we should work on being our unique selves and becoming our greatest versions. I like to remind people to take the power to live their life the way they wish.

An artist is someone who, needing nothing and no one, wants everything and everyone.

Creating art is paradoxical because an artist seeks to express truth by penetrating and destroying illusions. Art is always the outpouring of a mind striving to achieve the impossible reconciliation of all the fragmented shards that make people human: frivolous amusements, idle moments, feelings of tenderness and pain, stored memories, future expectations, and unquenchable thirst to experience love and witness beauty.

France, stop throwing awards at me! I have so many already, give them to people who need them.

The only road to freedom is self-education in art. Art is not a luxury for any advancedcivilization; it is a necessity, without which creative intelligence will wither and die. Evenin economically troubled times, support for the arts should be a national imperative.Dance, for example, requires funding not only to secure safe, roomy rehearsal space butto preserve the indispensible continuity of the teacher-student link. American culture hasbecome unbalanced by its obsession with the blood sport of politics, a voracious vortexconsuming everything in its path. History shows that, for both individuals and nations,political power is transient. America's true legacy is its ideal of liberty, which has inspiredinsurgencies around the world. Politicians and partisans of both the Right and the Leftmust recognize that art too is a voice of liberty, requiring nurture without intrusion. Artunites the spiritual and material realms. In an age of alluring, magical machines, thesociety that forgets art risks losing its soul.

I hate people who collect things and classify things and give them names and then forget all about them. That__ what people are always doing in art. They call a painter an impressionist or a cubist or something and then they put him in a drawer and don__ see him as a living individual painter any more.

It fascinates me that when we lose one of our five senses, the remaining four strengthen and rally to make sense of the world we live in. Even by closing our eyes for a moment, we find ourselves paying closer attention to the sounds around us. Perhaps this is why music can resonate so deeply within us; somehow our isolated senses allow our brains the space and perspective to connect these really beautiful dots of our own hearts and souls. I wonder if the act of giving our other senses a break ca