“A true artist willingly removes their heart, allows constructive criticism to stomp it, then puts it back--bruised and aching--to continue improving due to the all-consuming obsessive love for their art.”
“A true artist removes his heart willingly, allows constructive criticism to stomp it, then puts it back—bruised and aching—as he continues to strive for excellence due to the all-consuming obsession and love for his art.”
“The true function of art is to criticize, embellish and edit nature… the artist is a sort of impassioned proof-reader, blue penciling the bad spelling of God.”
“Time. Aching like a bruise, pounding like a heart. ”
“The maximum value of art is that it allows the artist to express himself.”
“Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?”