Art is a subject that is inundated with opinions. In fact, that’s all it is about is opinions.
Art is my life and my life is art.
Patience is the art of hoping.
Violin playing is a physical art with great traditions behind it.
I’m giving into my tendency to want to blur and blend the lines between art and life, and privacy and sharing.
In ‘Art as Therapy’, we argue that art is a tool that can variously help to inspire, console, redeem, guide, comfort, expand and reawaken us.
When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
For art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments’ sake.
Music is art, and once you become an artist, you need to learn how to accept criticism.
Sometimes words are not needed, and the simplicity of expressing yourself through an art form is one of the best ways of communication.
We do not judge great art. It judges us.
Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.
Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.
Makeup is an art form for me. It’s a form of expression, and it’s such a cool way to get my creative juices flowing.
In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.
Fashion is kinda a joke. I don’t get too bogged down in the clothes. For me, it’s one big art project, just a canvas to show that fashion should have a brand which has someone behind it who cares about different contexts. Social things.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
There’s no wrong way of doing art. It’s an expression of the individual.
Art can’t be taught; passion can’t be taught; discipline can’t be taught; but craft can be taught. And writing is both an art and a craft.
If you have the opportunity for your art to meet activism, you shouldn’t pass that up when it comes your way.
The purpose of art is to collide the intellectual and visceral together at the highest speed possible.
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.
We work in the dark – we do what we can – we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
Nature is a divine art; it cannot be the artist. It is a dominical book and cannot be the scribe. It is an embroidery and cannot be the embroiderer. It is a register and cannot be the accountant. It is the law and cannot be the power.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
