Artwork Appreciation Quotes

Life is like a collage. Its individual pieces are arranged to create harmony. Appreciate the artwork of your life.

In the past, people appreciated artwork. Now artwork appreciates?

Even if there are some objective criteria that make one artwork better than another, as long as context plays a role in our aesthetic appreciation of art, it’s not possible to create a tangible measure for aesthetic quality that works for all places in all times. Whatever statistical techniques, or artificial intelligence tricks, or machine-learning algorithms you deploy, trying to use numbers to latch on to the essence of artistic excellence is like clutching at smoke with your hands.

As a person, I was not cut out for dancing. Or higher mathematics. Or appreciating minimalist artwork—really, where’s the rest of it? Or running.

Actually, some asexual people celebrate sex—up to and including engaging in it themselves despite lack of sexual attraction. Some asexual people write stories or produce art depicting sexual situations and/or nudity. Some asexual people have no problem with consuming media that contains sexual content. They do not have to be attracted to other people to appreciate or create positive portrayals of these relationships. This can be especially difficult to explain if an asexual artist does create sexually explicit material, because people want to know whether they’re creating this because they secretly desire it. Or they might reverse the issue and suggest asexual people have no business creating this media—or that they can’t be good at it—if they don’t have personal experience. What artists choose to make art about has absolutely no bearing on what they’re attracted to or what they might want to experience themselves. Art can be used to express personal desires, but no one should assume someone must be doing so if that person depicts experiences or images contrary to personally expressed desires, and no one should use a person’s artwork or subject matter to invalidate claims. Asexual artists cannot be restricted to creating media that is devoid of sex. Asexual artists know and accept that most people are attracted sexually to others, so if they want to write realistic books or movies, they generally have to create at least some of their subjects with that dimension attached to them.

The point is that it's twisty and complicated and doesn't really make rational sense. Now look at this. Visconti Hours-Renaissance Italian. Look at the bright colors, the beautiful artwork, the florals, the animals and birds and how fucking gorgeous this thing is? It's complex, but understandable. Relatable. The colors, the gold - God, Dougie, this is fuckingly amazingly beautiful. You can see this, understand this, appreciate this. This - this is Adam.

Achieving perpetual organization means, first, clarifying your values and ideal life, and then clearing and organizing your space to support that life. Who you are is, in many ways, reflected by the stuff you keep: the memorabilia, collections, photos, books, furniture, clothing, knickknacks, tools, sporting goods, artwork, and all your worldly goods. So taking care of your things is part of how you take care of yourself; your useful, treasured belongings deserve care and appreciation.

Writers are decent people, they live quiet, normal lives while working to perfect their craft. They spend their entire lives, dedicated to creating art through words with very little recognition and appreciation. That artwork immortalizes their thoughts through poetry, short stories and novels, in the form of a book. That immortalization of thoughts through writing becomes their Legacy. Long after an Author has departed this world, his stories, his poetry, his novels will live on... As his/her Legacy. A Legacy for future generations for both, family and potential writers to reflect upon and learn from. A Legacy built on love, a love for writing. That's the beauty of writing, That's why I do what I do.

You were mistaken, Grandmother,' I finally said softly. 'Sir Bennet is precisely the kind of man who cares a great deal about beauty. Not only is he the epitome of beauty himself, but he appreciates it in others.' 'I beg to differ.' Grandmother gripped the seat cushion as we hit another rut. 'You were correct in saying Sir Bennet appreciates beauty. But he is able to see the beauty in things that other do not. Why else does he have such a large collection of rare and unique artifacts and relics, most of which are chipped, broken, and decrepit?' I gasped at her depreciation of Bennet's valuable collection. 'They're priceless treasures. Each marking or chip makes them even more special.' 'Exactly.' This time her words silenced me for some time. Grandmother was right. Bennet saw the value in the ancient artwork and artifacts in a way most people didn't. He saw past the exterior to the heart of the masterpieces that their creators had crafted. Was it possible he saw me the same way?

He slowed his pace—not for the artwork, which didn’t interest him at all, but to let the distance between them grow and allow him to appreciate her among this world of art, gazing upon the beauty of this Eastern woman along with the full-figured Greek gods, angels, and the Blessed Virgin in the surrounding classical oil paintings. Like the glass pyramid in the courtyard, she soon blended into the environment and became part of the sacred realm of art. Without her, this place would be missing something. In a reverie or a dream or a vision, he let time pass by quietly.

Money sloshed around via wire, and artworks of dubious provenance moved from collector to collector trailed by 1031 like-kind exchange tax forms, deferring taxes even as the work appreciated, or so Jeff understood, when Fiona explained it.

The 1-Train came to a slow stop somewhere between Columbus Circle and Lincoln Center. The lights went out and most everyone on board panicked. Tommy could easily tell which of the passengers were tourists and which were not by the levels of alarm they displayed. It was funny to him just how obvious people could sometimes be. He took the moment to appreciate the artwork spray-painted onto the tunnel walls just behind the window. There were areas of New York that Tommy knew he would never get the chance to see, which bothered him more than most anything else. It was moments like these that he savored, considering himself even luckier than he was just the moment before.

Don’t think about whether the artwork or exhibit appeals … think about the emotion it stirs within you.

No one can tell you your artwork is worthless but you. And no one can tell you it has value but you. Will you get ridiculous trolls who write heinous, soul crushing reviews? Yes. You will. But you’ll also get readers who love your work and appreciate your efforts. Above all that, you’ll be achieving your dreams and sharing it with the world. And that’s what matters.