Unless the work of art has wholly exhausted its maker's attention, it fails. This is why works of great significance are demanding and why they are infinitely rewarding.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.
Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.
There must be some one quality without which a work of art cannot exist; possessing which, in the least degree, no work is altogether worthless.
I guess art itself is insane. Its actual function is rarely clear, and yet people give their hearts and souls and lives to it, and have for all of history.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
A strong work of art really leaves people speechless. They feel a little angry because they don't understand it.
The finest works of art are precious, among other reasons, because they make it possible for us to know, if only imperfectly and for a little while, what it actually feels like to think subtly and feel nobly.
I mean, art for art's sake is ridiculous. Art is for the sake of one's needs.
Great art is never produced for its own sake. It is too difficult to be worth the effort.