#artist

Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers... ↗

— Kelly Bingham

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You have a lot to learn, young man. Philosophy. Theology. Literature. Poetry. Drama. History. Archeology. Anthropology. Mythology. Music. These are your tools as much as brush and pigment. You cannot be an artist until you are civilized. You cannot be civilized until you learn. To be civilized is to know where you belong in the continuum of our art and your world. To surmount the past, you must know the past. ↗

— John Logan

#artist #knowledge #art

You know it's ART, when the check clears. ↗

— Andy Warhol

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We can never be entirely original, as artists or as people. The genius and vision of those who came before us is too great for us to digress from entirely. Though, as creatures that are compelled to test and surpass our own creative abilities, we must always strive for that originality in everything we do in order to move the world forward. ↗

— Jessica Lave

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Whether I'm painting or not, I have this overweening interest in humanity. Even if I'm not working, I'm still analyzing people. ↗

— Alice Neel

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If he could Describe it at all, He would be An artist. But if he Were an artist, There would be deeper wounds, Which he could not describe. ↗

— E. L. Masters

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It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy--just different. There's nothing wrong with being different. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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At moments of great enthusiasm it seems to me that no one in the world has ever made something this beautiful and important. ↗

— M.C. Escher

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Art isn't only a painting; it's anything that changes someone for the better, any nonanonymous interaction that leads to a human (not simply a commercial) conclusion. ↗

— Seth Godin

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In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

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