Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on to others feelings he has lived through, and that other people are infected by these feelings, and also experience them.
Art is a deliberate recreation of a new and special reality that grows from your response to life. It cannot be copied; it must be created.
Art happens - no hovel is safe from it, no prince may depend upon it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about.
Art is the most intense mode of invidualism that the world has known.
Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.
You know... that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum - a canvas - a piece of film - or a guy sitting in front of a typewriter. Then, you start out to do something - that vague thing called creation. The beginning strikes awe within you.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum.
Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality which represent his fundamental view of man's nature.
Anyone who says you can't see a thought simply doesn't know art.
What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Every other artist begins with a blank canvas, a piece of paper the photographer begins with the finished product.
The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.
I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
Immature artists imitate. Mature artists steal.
The buttocks are the most aesthetically pleasing part of the body because they are non-functional. Although they conceal an essential orifice, these pointless globes are as near as the human form can ever come to abstract art.
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? to the designer of the camera? To the finger on the button? tso the law of averages?
The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.
The more horrifying this world becomes, the more art becomes abstract.
Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.