Art is amoral; so is life. For me there are no obscene pictures or books; there are only poorly conceived and poorly executed ones.
To be an artist is first to be a manual laborer.
There's no love without pain.
Savoir souffrir sans se plaindre, ça c'est la seule chose pratique, c'est la grande science, la leçon à apprendre, la solution du problème de la vie.[Knowing how to suffer without complaining is the only practical thing, it's the great science, the lesson to learn, the solution to the problem of life.]
It's so easy to love. The only hard thing is to be loved. [Vincent Van Gogh]
There is no thrill of mortal danger to surpass that of a lone man trying to create something that never existed before.
I spend several years trying to get inside the brain and heart of my subjects, listening to the interior monologues in their letters, and when I have to bridge the chasms between the factual evidence, I try to make an intuitive leap through the eyes and motivation of the person I'm writing about.
He had always loved God. In his darkest hours he cried out, "God did not create us to abandon us.
Being mad is even pleasant. But only a madman understands that.
What we know of others is our personal secret.
Reading is a stout-hearted activity, disporting courage, keenness, stick-to-it-ness. It is also, in my experience, one of the most thrilling and enduring delights of life, equal to a home run, a slam-dunk, or breaking the four-minute mile.
He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.
The most perfect guide is nature. Continue without fail to draw something every day.
Normal people do not create art.
After all, the world is still great.
From out of pain, beauty.
To try to understand another human being, to grapple for his ultimate depths, that is the most dangerous of human endeavors.
Fortune is beastly - it is only suitable for cows and businessmen.
Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.
...that horrible moment of suspense when the artist shows one of his creations to strange eyes for the first time.
The one who has not seen Paris in the morning does not know how beautiful it is.
Bleed me of art, and there won't be enough liquid left in me to spit! [Michelangelo Buonorotti]
Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.
The paintings that laughed at him merrily from the walls were like nothing he had ever seen or dreamed of. Gone were the flat, thin surfaces. Gone was the sentimental sobriety. Gone was the brown gravy in which Europe had been bathing its pictures for centuries. Here were pictures riotously mad with the sun. With light and air and throbbing vivacity. Paintings of ballet girls backstage, done in primitive reds, greens, and blues thrown next to each other irreverantly. He looked at the signature. Degas.
I cannot draw a human figure if I don't know the order of his bones, muscles or tendons. Same is that I cannot draw a human face if I don't know what's going on his mind and heart. In order to paint life one must understand not only anatomy, but what people feel and think about the world they live in. The painter who knows his own craft and nothing else will turn out to be a very superficial artist.
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