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I believe in Michelangelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might
of design, the mystery of color, the redemption of read more
I believe in Michelangelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might
of design, the mystery of color, the redemption of all things by
Beauty everlasting, and the message of Art that has made these
hands blessed. Amen. Amen.
Whoever says artists can't deal with corporate pressures because they have frail minds, is missing out on the potential the read more
Whoever says artists can't deal with corporate pressures because they have frail minds, is missing out on the potential the artistic mind has to boost company morale and increase productivity. Most artists would just as soon quit once they become conscious of their exploitation and that is a sign of strength not weakness.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing
without work.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing
without work.
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he is a painter, or read more
What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he is a painter, or his ears if he is a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he is a poet, or, if he is merely a boxer, only his muscle? On the contrary, he is at the same time a political being, constantly alert to the heartrending, burning, or happy events in the world, molding himself in their likeness.
Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and
remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and read more
Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and
remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother
woman.