#sculpt

Authors can write stories without people assuming that they are autobiographies, but songwriters and poets are often considered to be the characters in their works. I like Michelangelo's vision, 'I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ↗

— Criss Jami

#art #artist #author #autobiography #character

I liked sculpting better than painting. You have more freedom in sculpting. ↗

— Anthony Quinn

#freedom #i #liked #more #painting

When I do a mask, I do try to put a lot of character and a lot of expression into the sculpt. ↗

— Rick Baker

#expression #i #i do #into #lot

I really don't have a theme when I start a sculpture. The rock guides me to the final sculpture. I think that is true for many creative sculpture artists. ↗

— Jimmy Carl Black

#creative #final #guides #i #i think

Whether you listen to a piece of music, or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug, or a piece of sculpture, what matters about it is not what it has in common with others of its kind, but what is singularly its own. ↗

— Basil Bunting

#common #jug #kind #listen #look

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity. ↗

— Damien Hirst

#gravity #logical #makes #more #painting

People always say that my work is sensational or shocking but there are truly shocking things you could do, and my sculptures don't go anywhere near that. ↗

— Damien Hirst

#anywhere #could #go #near #people

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

The Greek sculptor - I don't think he was very different from any of us. ↗

— Michael Tippett

#different #greek #i #sculptor #think

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