You know you possess the soul of an artist when, each time you sit down to create, the whole universe lays itself at your feet.

The intention (of an artist) is (the same as a scientist)...to discover and reveal what is unsuspected but significant in life.

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.

True art is thoughtful, emotional examination of how human themes impact the overall experience of existing. The rest is kitsch.

The philosophers write about things as they are and as they appear to be, but as an artist I find that appearance is everything.

[I]t was [Barnett] Newman who made the famously wry remark, “Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds,

Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.

If an artist is not only he who sings or paints, but he who express himself by words or drawing then I can consider myself as one.

¿Acaso un artista puede amar tanto su trabajo que, si piensa que su obra no tiene vida, tampoco él quiere tenerla ya?

Today the artist has inherited the combined functions of hermit, pilgrim, prophet, priest, shaman, sorcerer, soothsayer, alchemist.

There is only one thing left for you to do,” John Sloan advised one artist. “Pull off your socks and try with your feet.

At the dressing table, every woman has a chance to be an artist, and art, as Aristotle said, "completes what nature left unfinished.

In the act of creation, as in all the arts, the soul should be felt in the face and the fingers and the tongue, even in the cavities.

I cannot explain, nor must an artist defend his work or elucidate in such a way the reeling audience can fathom, brutes that they are.

In every motions to put colors on my canvas, I feel like I am screaming, "I AM HERE"... To whom?.. To where?... Where am I going to...?