Like a statue, I’m hairless. Also like a statue, I have hair. Let’s make love like a dandelion goes bald in the breeze.
Like a statue, I’m hairless. Also like a statue, I have hair. Let’s make love like a dandelion goes bald in the breeze.
I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.
An artist has got to get acquainted with himself just as much as he can. It is no easy job, for it is not a present-day habit of humanity.
Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?
He said, "Yeah, well, artists are a lot like gangsters. They both know that the official version, the one everyone else believes, is a lie.
And that’s the best we can hope for from art, you know? That it changes you for the better. That it lights up the world a little bit.
Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.
... food is not simply organic fuel to keep body and soul together, it is a perishable art that must be savoured at the peak of perfection.
You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there.
I feel comparisons are something that only society is concerned with. As with groupthink. The value of art is far beyond our conprehension.
I like religion and art because they know they are servants to life; I hate science and philosophy because they think they are its masters.
Art is magic, and art is powerful. Art saves lives- I really believe that. It gives us courage and compassion we might not have on our own.
Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.
When asked for advice on how to write a short story, Carlos Cortés responded, No advice. Every writer has to exorcise his own demons.
Am reading the life of Mozart and cannot help thinking that one's capacity for suffering is in direct proportion to one's greatness.