It is good to love many things, for therein lies true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
Vincent van Gogh
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
One can have no smaller or greater mastery than mastery of oneself.
Leonardo da Vinci
Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.
Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.
The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic.
G. K. Chesterton
When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and Meaning. When artists get together they talk about where you can buy cheap turpentine.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.
D. W. Winnicott
If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.
When bankers get together for dinner, they discuss Art.
When artists get together for dinner, they discuss Money.
The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
I would rather fail as an artist than succeed as anything else.
If it sells, it’s art.
Frank Lloyd Wright
The best art always comes unbidden.
The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday’s canvas with today’s paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret.
I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future—the timelessness of the rocks and the hills—all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
Ars longa vita brevis.
The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes—ah, that is where the art resides.
The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions that have been hidden by the answers.