I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.
Art is love made public.
What does everyone seek? Power, youth, beauty, love, to walk alongside, such as now, the great midnight arts.
Art, like life, is full of risk.
This ain’t chemistry, this is art. Cooking is art. And the s*** I cook is the bomb.
The art never judges. I envy it. Life in two dimensions. Frozen in forever beauty. To watch the world go by unencumbered by the gossip and the pain of three-dimensional men.
Right there on the dollar bill, money declares its intent to cheapen great art.
Ishiro, you went through something truly unimaginable. We all deal with our pain in different ways, and you chose art. And that’s beautiful.
Art is simply politics’ sweeter tongue.
You don’t need sight to appreciate art, but you do need honesty.
That’s the art. We know how to scratch it without scratching the record.
One does not kill for art or money. They are commodities easily lost and just as easily gained.
