#ai

For the purposes of the play, it was perfect to be able to use that and the stresses and strains that there were. At the end of the play, the mother realizes the terrible things she had done. ↗

— Fay Wray

#done #end #had #mother #perfect

Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day's work. I follow in building the principles which nature has used in its domain. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#day #domain #every #every day #follow

Juan Tripp was a friend. Good name for an airline man, huh? Juan Tripp after another? ↗

— Fay Wray

#airline #another #friend #good #huh

My children didn't when they were little because I thought that they had to be of a certain age. I hoped they liked me well enough not to want to see me in that sort of a spot. ↗

— Fay Wray

#because #certain #certain age #children #enough

I suspect every conductor was once an air traffic controller, but the catastrophe was so terrible that they never speak of it. ↗

— Bauvard

#conductor #funny #humor #jobs #funny

For all the pain you suffered, my mama. For all the torment of your past and future years, my mama. For all the anguish this picture of pain will cause you. For the unspeakable mystery that brings good fathers and sons into the world and lets a mother watch them tear at each other’s throats. For the Master of the Universe, whose suffering world I do not comprehend. For dreams of horror, for nights of waiting, for memories of death, for the love I have for you, for all the things I remember, and for all the things I should remember but have forgotten, for all these I created this painting—an observant Jew working on a crucifixion because there was no aesthetic mold in his own religious tradition into which he could pour a painting of ultimate anguish and torment. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#asher-lev #hasidic #hasidic-judaism #jew #jewish

Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?" "Shut up," she ordered even as Moth asked, "But what if there were four of them?" "That’s a love rectangle, and five people would be a love pentagon." "And what are six people in love?" Cobweb demanded. Mustardseed thought it over a moment. "Manslaughter, I suppose. ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#cobweb #faires #funny #humor #love-triangles

It seems obvious, looking back, that the artists of Weimar Germany and Leninist Russia lived in a much more attenuated landscape of media than ours, and their reward was that they could still believe, in good faith and without bombast, that art could morally influence the world. Today, the idea has largely been dismissed, as it must in a mass media society where art's principal social role is to be investment capital, or, in the simplest way, bullion. We still have political art, but we have no effective political art. An artist must be famous to be heard, but as he acquires fame, so his work accumulates 'value' and becomes, ipso-facto, harmless. As far as today's politics is concerned, most art aspires to the condition of Muzak. It provides the background hum for power. ↗

— Robert Hughes

#artists #capitalism #consuemrism #creativity #entertainment

I want to be an actor. I’ve already started taking steps. Yesterday I applied to be a waiter. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #waiter #funny

With cold eyes and indifferent mind the spectators regard the work. Connoissers admire the "skill" (as one admires a tightrope walker), enjoy the "quality of painting" (as one enjoys a pasty). But hungry souls go hungry away. The vulgar herd stroll through the rooms and pronounce the pictures "nice" or "splendid." Those who could speak have said nothing, those who could hear have heard nothing. ↗

— Wassily Kandinsky

#artists #creativity #imagination #inventiveness #originality