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On the worst days, I don't feel like an artist. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#days #feel #i #like #worst

One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#anything #glories #means #output #public

Protect me from what I want. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#me #protect #want

So much of art-making is about reducing things to the essentials, so I don't feel particularly crippled by this. I don't want it to look natural because then I would be making a documentary film. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#because #crippled #documentary #documentary film #essentials

That's the test of street art - to see if anybody stopped. People would cross out ones they didn't like and would star others. I liked that people would engage with them. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#art #cross #engage #i #like

Well, I think in trying to make life seem real enough that one is moved to do something about the more atrocious things. By going really far afield into a completely fake world, maybe there's a chance to make things resonant somehow - or in this case, truly terrifying. To make it as bad as the real stuff that's happening. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#atrocious #bad #case #chance #completely

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends. ↗

— Homer

#admirable #confounding #delighting #eye #friends

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this. ↗

— Homer

#heart #known #still #than #thou

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe. ↗

— Homer

#good #heart #learned #melt #other

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. ↗

— Homer

#gates #hateful #heart #hell #hiding