#gallery

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#becomes #charge #disengaged #gallery #loses

My father was king of the guidebooks and our holidays were always planned, taking us from a great gallery to an ace cafe to a beautiful view. And as an actor, I loathe improvisation because there's no structure and no one knows what's going on. ↗

— Olivia Williams

#actor #always #beautiful #because #cafe

History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies. ↗

— Alexis de Tocqueville

#copies #few #gallery #many #originals

Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he's seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice. ↗

— Ron Wood

#behaving #being #coming #expressed #gallery

At 18 I began painting steadily fulltime and at age 20 had my first New York show at the Macbeth Gallery. ↗

— Andrew Wyeth

#began #first #fulltime #gallery #had

The nice thing about the gallery shows is that without having to pay any money you can just go and see it. ↗

— Yoko Ono

#any #gallery #go #having #just

Every so often you might have an outburst in the gallery. That's one of the most exciting things that happen because then you can say, 'Unless there's order we will call the Sergeant at Arms.' And that sounds really scary. ↗

— Amy Klobuchar

#because #call #every #exciting #exciting things

I have a suspicion that a lot of artists are trying to get a laugh but, unlike stand-ups, they don't get an immediate response from their audience; a laugh is a rare thing in a gallery. ↗

— Arthur Smith

#audience #gallery #get #i #immediate

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom. ↗

— William Congreve

#ancient #custom #end #gallery #retired

It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost forever. But without conscious instruction, memory had edited and enlarged the finest moments of his life and stored them like masterpieces in the private gallery of his personal history. ↗

— Nanci Kincaid

#happy #heart #masterpieces #memory #private-gallery