Don't you know that every perfect life would mean the end of art?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.
To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.
I think art doesn't have to be created in a period of misery, but it certainly helps.
I think art is more glorious than life but not more real.
An artist never works under ideal conditions. If they existed, his work wouldn't exist, for the artist doesn't live in a vacuum. Some sort of pressure must exist. The artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn't look for harmony but would simply live in it.
What we want from art is whatever is missing from the lives we are already living and making. Something is always missing, and so art-making is endless.
If it is the mark of the artist to love art before everything, to renounce everything for its sake, to think all the sweet human things of life well lost if only he may attain something, do some good, great work - then I was never an artist.
Life has to have the plenitude of art.
I don't think we live in those times when great art comes out of great adversity.
My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.