Subjective Appreciation Quotes

A good song to one person could just be something mediocre to somebody else. It's always strange thinking about how songs connect with people.

I never want to be an artistic bully, and put myself above anyone else... or be more prestigious than anyone else. You like what you like, and you have to take that as you want it.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.

Even if I know that really it's not a great song, even if it's a naff song but I have a good memory of it, then to me that's a great song.

Good storytelling doesn't have to be in the form of the classics. It doesn't have to be revered by everybody. In fact, to me, the best storytelling is not universally loved by every single person. I think you can water down the ethicacy of the work, itself.

I personally don't care for abstract art. I have always felt, 'To each his own.' There's art out there for everybody.

There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.

It's funny: when you're an artist, your own work goes in and out of fashion with you.

Appreciation, whether of nature, or books, or art, or men, depends very much on temperament. What is beauty or genius or greatness to one, is far from being so to another.

My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.

Art should be perceived as subjectively as possible, and if anyone wants to see something in 'Belus' that I had not planned, that is fine.

Incapacity to appreciate certain types of beauty may be the condition sine qua non for the appreciation of another kind; the greatest capacity both for enjoyment and creation is highly specialized and exclusive, and hence the greatest ages of art have often been strangely intolerant. The invectives of one school against another, perverse as they are philosophically, are artistically often signs of health, because they indicate a vital appreciation of certain kinds of beauty, a love of them that has grown into a jealous passion.