Werner Heisenberg Quotes

Nature engenders the science of painting.

I think when you're being creative, you still attach it to reality somehow.

Art, of course, is a way of thinking, a way of mining reality.

Is there no room for art in the spoken language? What is the use of creating an unnatural language to the exclusion of the natural one?

If there was no risk, it wouldn't be art. It wouldn't be worth making. There is risk even in a fairy tale. Fiction is closest to pure narrative, and pure narrative is simply the logic we try to impose on an ever-changing reality.

Science disembodies; art embodies.

Science begins with the world we have to live in, accepting its data and trying to explain its laws. From there, it moves toward the imagination: it becomes a mental construct, a model of a possible way of interpreting experience. The further it goes in this direction, the more it tends to speak the language of mathematics, which is really one of the languages of the imagination, along with literature and music. Art, on the other hand, begins with the world we construct, not with the world we see. It starts with the imagination, and then works toward ordinary experience.

In reality, however, an artist is a product of art

Find something you like, go into a room, close the door and read it aloud. Read it aloud. Everybody in the world who likes dance can see dance, or hear music, or see art, or admire architecture - but everybody in the world uses words who is not a recluse or mute. But the writer has to take these most common things, more common than musical notes or dance positions, a writer has to take some adverbs, and verbs and nouns and ball them up together and make them bounce.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

Science has to do with facts, art with phenomena. To science, phenomena are of use only as they lead to facts; and to art, facts are of use only as they lead to phenomena.

I returned to poetry as a more precise way to describe the world, more precise than science.

Two things significantly distinguish human beings from the other animals; an interest in the past and the possibility of language. Brought together they make a third: Art. The invisible city not calculated to exist. Beyond the lofty pretensions of the merely ceremonial, long after the dramatic connivings of plitical life, like it or not, it remains. Time past eternally present and undestroyed.

Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience.

Art is the expression of the artist´s overflowing soul.

Making dances is an act of progress; it is an act of growth, an act of music, an act of teaching, an act of celebration, an act of joy.

You know what ART stands for? Above Real Truth.

I like a canvas to breathe and be alive. Be alive is the point. And, as the limitations are something called pigment and canvas, let's see if I can do it.

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

Art requires, above all things, a suppression of self, a subordination of one's self to an idea.

Born of the sensibility, art sows and creates life in its turn.

Art never comes from happiness.

In love as in art, good technique helps.

Art when really understood is the province of every human being. It is simply a question of doing things, anything, well. It is not an outside, extra thing.

The love of complexity without reductionism makes art; the love of complexity with reductionism makes science.