Inspirational Brett Whiteley Quotes and Sayings|
Inspirational art quotes by the famous Australian
artist Brett Whiteley
born Brett Whiteley - Australia - 7th of April,
1939 / Died - Thirroul - 15th of June, 1992
Popular Brett Whiteley works
include an early period of abstraction, through to semi-surreal figurative works.
+ The quest is the transmutation of Self.
+ A painting is a record of the extremely intensified
moments of life where more than one space,
two senses of time, more than the law even seems
at work, where the emotional forces seem to be propelling
one to a dangerous limit, where reason and explanations
become too enfeebled or too speeded-up to matter.
+ When I'm not fidgeting with infinity, I'm just
+ I am interested in beauty which can best be described
as being on time for the appointment.
+ I love the stoniness and creaminess, that wonderful
soiled magnolia feeling. Paris is so sensual, beautiful,
flirtatious, mischievous, arrogant, orderly, so
civilized. They call Paris a whore because she seduces
you on every corner, and every street I turned,
I could see another picture.
+ Drawing is the art of being able to leave an accurate
record of the experience of what one isn't, of what
one doesn't know. A great drawer is either confirming
beautifully what is commonplace or probing authoritatively
+ Art should astonish, transmute, transfix. One
must work at the tissue between truth and paranoia.
+ The most fundamental reason one paints is in order
+ Never trust an art dealer who'll sit in a room
for more than ten minutes with a crooked picture.
+ I can't stand mindless purity - I have soaked
myself in skepticism and am by nature magnetized
+ Everyone reaches a point in their life where they
must either change or cease.
+ I was intrigued and enormously drawn to extremism
by people who had blown their lives or who had taken
their lives outside the normal conventions of society.
+ Art is the thrilling spark that beats death -
+ Everything is such a sort of stoned state... I
walk around with a bunch of violets in my hand and
a sledgehammer and a grain of sand in my head. I
+ The fine art of painting, which is the bastard
of alchemy, always has been and always will be,
a game. The rules of the game are quite simple:
in a given arena, on as many psychic fronts as the
talent allows, one must visually describe, the center
of the meaning of existence.