#ma

Find your authentic voice, become vulnerable, and then put yourself out there. ↗

— Meredith Brooks

#creativity #performance #art

every good artist paints what he is ↗

— Jackson Pollock

#humanity #passion #art

In order to survive, a plurality of true communities would require not egalitarianism and tolerance but knowledge, an understanding of the necessity of local differences, and respect. Respect, I think, always implies imagination - the ability to see one another, across our inevitable differences, as living souls. (pg. 181, Sex, Economy, Freedom, and Community) ↗

— Wendell Berry

#imagination #knowledge #respect #art

Doing mathematics should always mean finding patterns and crafting beautiful and meaningful explanations. ↗

— Paul Lockhart

#math #mathematics #art

Because you live to love and love to live/ And because of what your heardrum will give/ Now we might love to live and live to love. ↗

— Janet Goodfriend

#best #book-club #cape-cod #character #community

The mask of art is the means through which corruption is spread. The mask makes vice seem beautiful, turns squalor and nastiness into glamorous thrill, seduces the onlooker into the game – and leaves him or her with the corpse on his hands. ↗

— Jennifer Birkett

#corpse #corruption #mask #seduction #squalor

There is more to joy than looking only for affirmation; refusing to be challenged is the only bigotry. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bigotry #challenges #confidence #conflict-resolution #courage

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#i #my own #never #nightmares #own

As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#front #get #i #kill #many

From the union of power and money, from the union of power and secrecy, from the union of government and science, from the union of government and art, from the union of science and money, from the union of ambition and ignorance, from the union of genius and war, from the union of outer space and inner vacuity, the Mad Farmer walks quietly away. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#poetry #union #art