Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
His work "The Pasture" features cast bronze cows in Toronto's financial district I wanted to remind stockbrokers what real stock is.
When I was making a shift. . . from one thing to another I didn't want to be answering questions: 'How come you're doing this?' 'How come you're doing that?' so I didn't allow anyone in my studio and I just worked away in there.
When one makes sculptures of horses, one remembers all of that great relationship that humans had with them. . . . . Even today one raises horses only for dressage, the races, for the pleasure of horseback riding. It has become an animal of romance, an animal of pleasure which has lost its utility in the West.
Five percent seems very little to ask when you consider that the artist, through his or her efforts over many years, is largely responsible for the increased value of their work.
I thought, 'Well, I'll amuse people a little bit. ' During lunch hour, while everyone was off to the faculty club and this and that, I set up a bunch of bases down the hallway of the school and I put all of the portraits I had completed. . . and I waited for the reaction. . . . that's how I got started again, doing portraits of people around me.
I used anything, various materials; this is wood, and this is mixed up clay, wedged together, clay with glazes and stuff like that.
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late
One leaf left on a branch and not a sound of sadness or despair. One leaf left on a branch and no unhappiness. One leaf left all by itself in the air and it does not speak of loneliness or death. One leaf and it spends itself in swaying mildly in the breeze.
But life isn’t about learning to forgive those who have hurt you or forgetting your past. It’s about learning to forgive yourself for being human and making mistakes.
None speak of the bravery, the might, or the intellect of Jesus; but the devil is always imagined as a being of acute intellect, political cunning, and the fiercest courage. These universal and instinctive tendencies of the human mind reveal much.