Edgar Degas Quotes

Art is about changing what we see in our everyday lives and representing it in such a way that it gives us hope.

Imagination is nostalgia for the past, the absent it is the liquid solution in which art develops the snapshot of reality.

Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.

I try to give people a different way of looking at their surroundings. That's art to me.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

Art revolves around creating something that isn't there.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

I'm constantly making exhibitions in my head.

You can't do sketches enough. Sketch everything and keep your curiosity fresh.

My memory of those places is better than my pictures. That's why I get much more satisfaction out of shooting thematic work that has to do with an idea that I'm searching for, or searching to express.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

The pictures I make come from every blink of my lashes.

Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.

Great art picks up where nature ends.

The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.

Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.

I have a vision of life, and I try to find equivalents for it in the form of photographs.

I'm not particularly good at doodling. I'll doodle the same face over and over again.

Life and art are inseparable.

Art brings to life things that can seemingly be dead, and can put a fresh perspective on things that are living. It's so important we keep creating.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

Everyone should know nowadays the unimportance of the photographic in art: that truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms than those which were merely present in appearance.

I sometimes set myself thinking and imagining that I find amongst men but one single art or science, and that is drawing or painting, all others being members proceeding therefrom.

Memory feeds imagination.

A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.