Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
Photography is not a lens but eye, not a business but art
The mystery was gone but the amazement was just starting.
An artist simply cannot trust any public emblem of merit.
Threshold is where the madness ends and the magic begins.
When we did art with the kids, the demons would lie down.
It's the only dish I serve my craziness for color in.
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
It's the only dish I serve my craziness for color in.
Blank walls are a shared canvas and we're all artists.
If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.
The transcendental face of art is always a form of prayer.
Poetry is the art of using language to transcend language.