Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind and the irresponsibility of the artist and the irrelevance of art to actual living becomes part and parcel of the practice of art.
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Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
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One thing that makes art different from life is that in art things have a shape... it allows us to fix our emotions on events at the moment they occur, it permits a union of heart and mind and tongue and tear.
Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.
Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.
I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.
I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.
Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.
Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.
Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.
Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.
