#sculpt

I did photography, painting, and drawing, but I prefer sculpture. I like it because it's very physical. ↗

— P. J. Harvey

#did #drawing #i #like #painting

I was molded, spent my time underneath a lot of goo. And then the bits and pieces were sculpted. It took probably 10 days to create each character after all those camera tests. ↗

— Brendan Fraser

#bits #bits and pieces #camera #character #create

Well, what I'm doing is really clothing. I'm not doing sculpture. ↗

— Issey Miyake

#doing #i #really #sculpture #well

Sculpture is the art of the intelligence. ↗

— Pablo Picasso

#intelligence #sculpture

I got so I was really just sick of sculpture. ↗

— Robert Rauschenberg

#i #just #really #sculpture #sick

And certainly the history of public sculpture has been disastrous but that doesn't mean it ought not to continue and the only way it even has a chance to continue is if the work gets out into the public. ↗

— Richard Serra

#certainly #chance #continue #disastrous #even

My interest in architecture has always been sculptural. Most of my photography is of architecture. ↗

— Parker Stevenson

#architecture #been #interest #most #photography

One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#chapel #creator #easily #paintings #sculptor

I tried to use the questions and answers as an armature on which to build a sculpture of genuine conversation. ↗

— Clifton Fadiman

#build #conversation #genuine #i #i tried

What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and wild! Her mouth voluptuous. Eyes deep as oceans, her eyes as wide as planets. I likened her to the slender Psyché and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: the dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her tiny bare feet, the coal-stained balcony bricks upon which she sat, and that dusty wrought-ironwork that framed her perch. All this and the pungent air!—almost foul, with so many odors. Ô, that and the spicy night! …Pungency, spice, filth and night, dust and light; all things dark did blossom in sight; flower and bloom, the night has its pearl too—the moon! And once a month it will make the face of this tender girl bloom. ↗

— Roman Payne

#barcelona #beautiful #beauty #cleanliness #dirt