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Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but read more
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but as a source of inspiration. And it usually manages, one way or another, to turn up in his product.
Nature is inside art as its content, not outside as its model.
Nature is inside art as its content, not outside as its model.
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates read more
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value; there is read more
Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value; there is no other.
The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one's obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from read more
The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one's obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all.
Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.
Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs read more
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of read more
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.