Quotes about artistry

If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat.

He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.

Perhaps the single most enjoyable part of my researches, which covered a period of about four years, was meeting the artists themselves, the people who provide the luxuries. All of them, from tailors and boot makers to truffle hunters and champagne blenders, were happy in their work, generous with their time, and fascinating about their particular skills. To listen to a knowledgeable enthusiast, whether he's talking about a Panama hat or the delicate business of poaching foie gras in Sauternes,

If New Orleans is not fully in the mainstream of culture, neither is it fully in the mainstream of time. Lacking a well-defined present, it lives somewhere between its past and its future, as if uncertain whether to advance or to retreat. Perhaps it is its perpetual ambivalence that is its secret charm. Somewhere between Preservation Hall and the Superdome, between voodoo and cybernetics, New Orleans listens eagerly to the seductive promises of the future but keeps at least one foot firmly plant

As Gill says, "every man is called to give love to the work of his hands. Every man is called to be an artist." The small family farm is one of the last places - they are getting rarer every day - where men and women (and girls and boys, too) can answer that call to be an artist, to learn to give love to the work of their hands. It is one of the last places where the maker - and some farmers still do talk about "making the crops" - is responsible, from start to finish, for the thing made. This c

The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.

Through artistry, imagination not only allows one to express their creativity, but also their soul.

Prove to the world that you are alive, let your words breathe life into the nostrils of the universe.

Ultimately, musicians of the world must come realise the potential of their calling.Like the shamans, we may serve as healers, metaphysicians, inciters, exciters,spiritual guides and sources of inspiration. If the musician is illuminated from within,he becomes a lamp that lights other lamps. Then he is serving planet and its people,healing what ails us. Such music is truly important. It is said that “only one who obeys can truly command.” When the artist is immersed in a services,giving himself

I can’t overstate how little I knew about myself at 22, or how little I’d thought about what I was doing. When I graduated from college I genuinely believed that the creative life was the apex of human existence, and that to work at an ordinary office job was a betrayal of that life, and I had to pursue that life at all costs. Management consulting, law school, med school, those were fine for other people — I didn’t judge! — but I was an artist. I was super special. I was sparkly. I would walk a

Flair is what makes the difference between artistry and mere competence. Cmdr. William Riker

Magic is not just for the entertainment, but to inspire people to be creative enough with their lives.

(reporter interviewing Broadway dancer Tommy Tune:) 'Do you think that greats like Fred Astaire possessed some kind of magic?'(pause)'No. Magic possesses them'.

Artistry, perhaps, is at its core being able to control change in interesting ways.

It is true that all men are created in the image of God, but Christians are supposed to be conscious of that fact, and being conscious of it should recognize the importance of living artistically, aesthetically, and creatively, as creative creatures of the Creator. If we have been created in the image of an Artist, then we should look for expressions of artistry, and be sensitive to beauty, responsive to what has been created for us” (p. 32).

I am sure that there is no place in the world where your message would not be enhanced by your making the place (whether tiny or large, a hut or a palace) orderly, artistic and beautiful with some form of creativity, some form of ‘art’ (p. 213).

Art was as much in the activity as in the results. Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression.

One is either an artist or one is not. It is not something one becomes. It is something that one is from birth. We do not study to be artists. We study to become more proficient. To understand more.

Only after a writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature. In working-class France, when an apprentice got hurt, or when he got tired, the experienced workers said, "It is the trade entering his body." The art must enter the body, too.

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.

The artistic methods of poetry, painting, photography, and writing share certain commonalities of deep composition: spirit, rhythm, thought, and scenery.

You have given intelligence to find one solution, and imagination to find ten.

A scientist is proud of his intelligence, an artist is proud of his imagination.

If you follow your passion, it will lead you to fulfillment.

General belief is “There is no real magic, only tricks” but a great magician compel people not to trust that belief and make them believe, after all "There does exist a real magic".

Life's a book filled on pages Just awaiting to be written.Some don't open it for ages,Maybe afraid of being bitten.

Art doesn’t bare itself to just anyone, but to believers called artists.

Art and the artist meet in stages, slowly revealing themselves until both are satisfied with what the other has become.

An artist is merely a tool with which art molds itself.

All art forms possess liberty beyond space and time, yet grounded by urgency of now, and a breath of truth.

All my images are self-portraits, even when I'm not in them.

Pop is about speaking everybody's language. The imagery and iconography we instantly recognize. When you can rely on things that the public already knows, you're dealing with Pop.

I can certainly identify with The Villain. A Villain is someone who has a past, who is strongly opinionated, fearless, doesn't get intimated by anything, and went beyond suffering. It's an empowerment figure.

I had artistic classical training, and when you learn the classics for so many years, you might gain audacity, power and confidence to subvert everything. I am like the originals buffoons. I love the rules because I can break them.

Practice form, recognize forms, hone your natural gift, and let everything you experience teach you to never be a comparison. This is how art lasts, by pulling form first from the past.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

In time, all great masterpieces turn into shameless creatures who laugh at their creators.

All portraits reveal both the the painter and the person painted. In many ways all paintings are self-portraits. All part of why art informs.

Fascinated by the great symbols of the collective history, I use them as an alphabet to communicate.

The best art is not always the most popular art, and the most popular art is never truly the best art. The best art is that which is streamed through God. And the worst art is that which is void of God. The master artist of the universe is the Creator of All Things, and his reflection is in all of us. Only the artist who is aware that he is a reflection of that greatness, and that creativity is supreme love, is a true divine artist. Even if he is not the most popular artist, he will be very popu

Brush strokes write poetry harmonized through the cords of an artist's imagination.Color, contrast, simple compassion splattered across paper leaves tainted with the melody of the silent wind.Gasping, grasping, simply glancing at the souls of those who were not blessed with the visionary sight of inspirational artistry.

We are all born artists. The nature generally doesn’t discriminate among newborns with respect to art. Yet most of us try very hard as we grow, without knowing, to stop being artists.

I paint the stuff I see when my eyes are closed

Every piece of art is a mirror and serves the function of reflectivity to expose to you and reveal to you more of who you are.

Anxious, inexperienced writers obey rules. Rebellious, unschooled writers break rules. Artists master the form.

A lifetime had to be crafted, just like anything else, she thought, it had to be moulded and beaten and burnished in order to get the most out of it.

I'm a Joker. Dangerous and silly at the same time.

Fame is a spiritual drug. It is often a by-product of our artistic work, but like nuclear waste, it can be a very dangerous by-product.

For more than three decades, coffee has captured my imagination because it is a beverage about individuals as well as community. A Rwandan farmer. Eighty roast masters at six Starbucks plants on two continents. Thousands of baristas in 54 countries. Like a symphony, coffee's power rests in the hands of a few individuals who orchestrate its appeal. So much can go wrong during the journey from soil to cup that when everything goes right, it is nothing short of brilliant! After all, coffee doesn't

There is one art, no more, no less, to do all things with artlessness.

Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh

Nothing I do is natural, realistic, organic or accidental. I'm never spontaneous, I'm completely premeditated.

You can survive without artistry, but you cannot live without artistry.

Some days are better than others. The same can be said about people.

The look that one directs at things, both outward and inward, as an artist, is not the same as that with which one would regard the same as a man, but at once colder and more passionate. As a man, you might be well-disposed, patient, loving, positive, and have a wholly uncritical inclination to look upon everything as all right, but as an artist your daemon constrains you to "observe", to take note, lightning fast and with hurtful malice, of every detail that in the literary sense would be chara

Take delight on a woman’s pubic hair for its a signature of maturity and a secretive covenant . . . the hair signifies potent sexual energy and strength hold but also signifies virility of the animalistic tendencies and royal power . . . A woman who rejects narcissism of complete vaginal hair removal gives a signature of strength, virtuously liberated, body acceptance, and more womanhood.

There exists a limit to the force even the most powerful may apply without destroying themselves. Judging this limit is the true artistry of government. Misuse of power is the fatal sin. The law cannot be a tool of vengeance, never a hostage, nor a fortification against the martyrs it has created. You cannot threaten any individual and escape the consequences.

Don't squash creativity, inspire it!

Every salad you serve is a picture you have painted, a sculpture you have modeled, a drama you have created.

A great magician is not more magical than other magicians he is just more magical in his presentation.

Pampered content is a public resignation of artistic integrity.

There was a man with tongue of woodWho essayed to sing,And in truth it was lamentable.But there was one who heardThe clip-clapper of this tongue of woodAnd knew what the manWished to sing,And with that the singer was content.

There’s this misconception that artists should create their own mythologies, through how they live. Not true. They should create their own mythologies through their work. In whatever styles, textures and approaches they choose to use.

If these Mount Everests of the financial world are going to labor and bring forth still more pictures with people being blown to bits with bazookas and automatic assault rifles with no gory detail left unexploited, if they are going to encourage anxious, ambitious actors, directors, writers and producers to continue their assault on the English language by reducing the vocabularies of their characters to half a dozen words, with one colorful but overused Anglo-Saxon verb and one unbeautiful Angl

I have a transgressive spirit, and Pop is transgression's best friend.

Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.

Divinity is accident of nature, magic is the work of an art.

What I say is misdirection, what you see is an illusion and what results is magic.

The secret of good magic is another magic.

As a general rule, in the world of magic, the most successful magician is the one who has enough patience to keep the secrets of his original magic effects.

Magic is logic.

A great magician is as divine as God and his stage is as majestic as the paradise.

Give royal treatment to your original magic effects, because one of the effects might make you the king of magic.

A bad magician never gets the good props.

If you are really bored with life, just meet a decent magician and have a close up magic show, he will restore inspiration in your life.

A magician with decreasing practice sessions will give defective performances.

No matter how many times audience has already applauded, the sound of their applause will get louder with the better quality of your magic effect.

Sometimes for the spectators a great magic effect is worth a life’s experience.

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