#artistic

About writing:The trick is to make sure you love what you've produced--to Believe..in order to convince. ↗

— Christina Westover

#christina-westover #creative-visualization #inspiration #precipice #writing

I chose and my world was shaken. So what. The choice might have been mistaken, but choosing was not. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim "Sunday in the Park with George"

#inspirational #musical-theatre #inspirational

Writing is my passion, not my job. I need to write as much as I need to breathe, if not more. ↗

— A.E. Croft

#humorous #inspirational #writing #inspirational

The world knows of a vast stock of epic material scattered up and down the nations; sometimes its artistic value is as extraordinary as its archaeological interest, but not always. ↗

— Lascelles Abercrombie

#archaeological #artistic #down #epic #extraordinary

I've always loved the experience of working together with other people toward an artistic goal. ↗

— Trey Anastasio

#artistic #experience #goal #i #loved

Why not spend that time on art: painting, sculpting, charcoal, pastel, oils? Are words or numbers more important than images? Who decides this? Does algebra move you to tears? Can plural possessives express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe! ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#artistic-training #education #liberal-arts #art

Everyone in my family is in the film business; I knew I wanted to be creative and it was important in my family to be artistic. ↗

— Sofia Coppola

#business #creative #everyone #family #film

Film, as far as I'm concerned, is my area of artistic endeavor, so I never think of a movie that gets released as being all done-it's just when they took it away from you. ↗

— John Dykstra

#artistic #as far as #away #being #concerned

I recount as this journey begins where I rest to gather the tale from this same old house resting on the hill, leaving me a view of a carnival once seen from just across the tracks. My pallet is dry now. The colors I see no more. The rain has washed away many of the signs that once stood for a prosper home and family. My grave is waiting. The dreams once filled my head with images of world unison, hope and companionship for all. The saga spoken through my canvas drew darker as the years went on to the bitter cold nights. All that comes to me now are glimpses of faces that graced my soul. ↗

— Kris Courtney

#award-artist #drama #memoir #true-story #dreams

Creative people who have made their seemingly most self-indulgent artistic whims into a career. ↗

— Steve Purcell

#career #creative #creative people #into #made