Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, are merely shadows cast by outward things on stone or canvas, having in themselves no separate existence. Architecture, existing in itself, and not in seeming a something it is not, surpasses them as substance shadow.
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The genius of Man in our time has gone into jet-propulsion, atom-splitting, penicillin-curing, etc. There is none over for works of imagination; of spiritual insight or mystical enlightenment. I asked for bread and was given a tranquilizer. It is important to recognize that in our time man has not written one word, thought one thought, put two notes or two bricks together, splashed color on to canvas or concrete into space, in a manner which will be of any conceivable imaginative interest to posterity.
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Critics of visual arts and of music describe in words—that is to say, a system of signs other than those made by brushes on canvas or chisel...
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As an artist, all I need is my paints and brushes - and someone to drag me away when the canvas is done
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In peace, competition had become difficult, until the British ship owner cried for war; yet he already felt, without acknowledging it even to himself, that in war he was likely to enjoy little profit or pleasure on the day when the long, low, black hull of the Yankee privateer, with her tapering, bending spars, her long-range guns, and her sharp-faced captain, should appear on the western horizon, and suddenly, at the sight of heavy-lumbering British merchantman, should fling out her white wings of canvas, and fly down on her prey.
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You can always draw as well as you know how to. I flatter myself that I feel more than I express on canvas; but I know that is not so.
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The geometry of landscape and situation seems to create its own systems of time, the sense of a dynamic element which is cinematizing the events of the canvas, translating a posture or ceremony into dynamic terms. The greatest movie of the 20th century is the Mona Lisa, just as the greatest novel is Gray's Anatomy.
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Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told: somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas: sometimes wit...
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You know...that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum -- a canvas -- a piece of film -- or a guy sitting in front of a typewriter. Then, you start out to do something -- that vague thing called creation. The beginning strikes awe within you.
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There are no such oysters, terrapin, or canvas-back ducks as there were in those days; the race is extinct. It is strange how things degenerat...
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A great artist can paint a great picture on a small canvas.
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With every experience, you alone are painting your own canvas, thought by thought, choice by choice.
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If you were in a burning house and there was a cat and a Rembrandt, what would you save The cat...you would save the cat, because the cat is alive. The art is dead. It's just paint on a canvas, ink on a page. To live for art is to deny life. It's just to destroy life.
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Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.
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How could he explain to them his prayer That nature, not art, might unsurp the canvas?
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Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
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One can see that a canvas is six feet by eight feet, say, quite accurately. But you can spend two minutes and think it's five, or thirty seconds and it's just a different bed for activities there.
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Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination
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An empty canvas is a living wonder... far lovelier than certain pictures.
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Life is a great big canvas throw all the paint on it you can.
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Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
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Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Love
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This world is but a canvas to our imagination.
Art
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The world is but a canvas to the imagination.
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