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I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness. - The Art of Being Ruled.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness. - The Art of Being Ruled.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
I think that one of the qualifications of artists should be a vow of celibacy. They should be confined to read more
I think that one of the qualifications of artists should be a vow of celibacy. They should be confined to ruining only their own lives.
Every other artist begins with a blank canvas, a piece of paper the photographer begins with the finished product.
Every other artist begins with a blank canvas, a piece of paper the photographer begins with the finished product.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid read more
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.
The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.
