Best 456 quotes in «artists quotes» category

A magician with decreasing practice sessions will give defective performances.

An artist is like a handicap he needs his art to carry himself.

Am reading the life of Mozart and cannot help thinking that one's capacity for suffering is in direct proportion to one's greatness.

An artist has only two options: fail or never begin.

An angry artist tells people what (he thinks) they need to hear. A hungry artist tells people what (he thinks) they want to hear.

And remember whatever discipline you're in, whether you're a musician or a photographer, fine artist or a cartoonist, writer, a dancer, a singer, a designer... whatever you do, you have a thing that's unique. You have the ability to make art.

An artist is a sort of emotional or spiritual historian. His role is to make you realize the doom and glory of knowing who you are and what you are. He has to tell, because nobody else in the world can tell, what it is like to be alive. All I’ve ever wanted to do is tell that, I’m not trying to solve anybody’s problems, not even my own. I’m just trying to outline what the problems are. I want to be stretched, shook up, to overreach myself, and to make you feel that way too.

An artist is vulnerable and their craft truthful when he/she resists the desire to meddle with the wholesome expression of the soul

An artist is someone who, needing nothing and no one, wants everything and everyone.

An artist is ultimately remembered for creating an uncompromised body of work. Uncompromised, unfettered and fiercely passionate.

An artist's life is one tenth preparation and nine tenths action.

An artist who desires very little and achieves it has failed in life.

An artist must take comfort that there's no satisfaction whatsoever with one's creation, just a dissatisfaction that keeps one a step away from sliding into mediocrity.

An artist that makes art merely to meet a demand is a slave to what his patrons wants to see, or, hear.

Any local music scene at any point in time can be referred to as derivative of more well-known acts. The line separating influence from imitation is a blurry one. Very few artists are completely original; even great artists build upon what has occurred before, and add their personality and talent to create their own original expression.

And yet, for my art and for my loved ones, I will gladly endure to the end.

Anything can be art, it just might be bad art.

Anyone who understood art knew that it never achieved what its maker dreamed for it. Art always fell short, and the artist, far from rescuing something from the disaster of life, was thereby condemned to be a double failure.

Any ordinary person in the street can experience life just as intensely as any artist or poet.

A performance does not capture or communicate with the mood and feelings of that very moment.

A person who is truly cool is a work of art. And remember, original works of art cost exponentially higher than imitations. Just take a look at the the coolest people in history. They will always be a part of history for being extremely original individuals, not imitations.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

Art is meaningless in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects - inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to add anything to our experience of life. This is unfortunate, as one cannot grow except by having one’s spirit greatly stirred; and the spirit cannot be greatly stirred by spiritless things. Much of our very life is dead. For primitive man, this was not so. He made his own possessions, and shaped and decorated them with the aim of making them not merely useful, but powerful. He tried to infuse his weapons with the nature of the tiger, his cooking pots with the life of growing things; and he succeeded. Appearance, material, history, context, rarity - perhaps rarity most of all - combine to create, magically, the quality of soul. But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly all else with which today’s poor humans are filling the world, I see a quelling of the numinous, an ashening of the fire of life. We are making an inert world; we are building a cemetery. And on the tombs, to remind us of life, we lay wreaths of poetry and bouquets of painting. You expressed this very condition, when you said that art beautifies life. No longer integral, the numinous has become optional, a luxury - one of which you, my dear friend, are fond, however unconsciously. You adorn yourself with the same instincts as the primitive who puts a frightening mask of clay and feathers on his head, and you comport yourself in an uncommonly calculated way - as do I. We thus make numinous phenomena of ourselves. No mean trick - to make oneself a rarity, in this overpopulated age.

Art fuels the fire inside me.

Art gave me that freedom to enable myself. To recreate and process my thoughts, emotions and insecurities and to take ownership about what I am. Art allows me to get angry at myself, Art allows me to be hard on myself. Art allows me to be the demon under my own bed. Something that I always desired in matters of love, but never felt fully. Because with Art there is never any shackles.

Art is one of the only way that we have to remain alive as we are dying.

Art is supposed to reflect your journey through real life.

Artist communities love to bullshit each other and glad-hand one another, and there's no room for the crippling honesty of comedy. "I'm a painter" -- well... you don't...probably need to do that. . . . if you're painting something that doesn't exist, I understand that, I can appreciate- . . . but if your pain- 'oh, it's a barnyard scene in autumn'--well then just take a picture of a barn in autumn! It's way better than a painting! - Before Turning the Gun on Himself [2012]

Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible.

Art is anything that sends you back to yourself.

Art is the magical act of one bleeding heart healing another.

Art is the medicine for the soul.

Artists are social sensors and transmitters of ideas

Artists are the serfs of a leisure society.

Artists, as a rule, understand nothing about business, or, for some reason or other, they aren’t allowed to understand anything about it.

Art it's the most powerful sound of poets, dreamers and revolutionaries.

Artists are the flowers of our world. The best ones are those that can stand out from the crowd and create their own concrete garden -- to move us, inspire us, and makes us think hard. A flower with no smell to it is just something to look at. However, a flower that emits a beautiful fragrance is the one we want in our homes and on our walls. Your mission as an artist, is to become the best-smelling flower in the world, so that when the day finally comes when you are plucked from the ground, the world will cry for the loss of your mind-stimulating fragrance. Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in garden loaded with thousands of the same flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple. Truth Is Crying, 2008

Artists inspire each other! And to be connected soulfully is the ultimate feeling that we can ever experience !

Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

Artists can't explain their works because they don't understand them themselves.

Artists pass on their dreams.

Art itself is a philosophy; it allows us to immerse ourselves freely in our own identities, and in our own pace.

Art needs to be Alive! Not only to be seen but also to be feel

Artists are agents of chaos. It is the artists job to encourage entropy, to promote chaos. Idols must be killed, icons crushed, beliefs shattered. It is the artists job to encourage legitimate, unadulterated, raw thought and emotion. Art that does nothing new, that simply fills an established role, is not art. It is a product. A stale, stagnant product of a disgustingly mundane process that has been done so much it is assumed mandatory. Little different than feces. The last thing the world needs is to get shittier.

Artists contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. We have a natural inclination to love and dream over the edge. This is our blessing. This is our curse. Our heaven, our hell.

Artists have a love affair with the invisible.

Artists have a unique ability to paint the world, and to help people see injustice. They do it not with guns, but with pens and guitars and paintbrushes.

Artists hide their identities in the brushstrokes of their paintings, the verses in their cantos, and the sentences in their novels. The true face of an artist is never on his face and this is what he prefers. Others misunderstand this displaced melancholy with an absence of melancholy.