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When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and read more
When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and cry with their laughter and tears, you will know you are on the right track.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed read more
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the read more
I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the true genius emerges. I don't have enough hair to be a genius. I think you have to have hair going everywhere.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith read more
In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it.
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink read more
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.
Each of the arts whose office is to refine, purify, adorn, embellish and grace life is under the patronage of read more
Each of the arts whose office is to refine, purify, adorn, embellish and grace life is under the patronage of a muse, no god being found worthy to preside over them.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.