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Purpose Of Art Quotes

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Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did'.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Timequake

Carla H. Krueger
“I laugh at the way some people think graffiti is all selfish tagging and vandalism. Thoughtful street art is like good fiction – it speaks out on behalf of everyone, for us all to see.”
Carla H. Krueger

Mehmet Murat ildan
“The purpose of art is to create heavens to balance the world because there are so many hells in the world, there are wars, tortures and oppressions, there is unhappiness etc.”
Mehmet Murat ildan

E.A. Bucchianeri
“Art is not just about revealing beauty, it can also be used to reveal truth.”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Vocation of a Gadfly

Kahlil Gibran
“The mission of art is to bring out the unfamiliar from the most familiar.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Wisdom of Gibran: Aphorisms and Maxims

J.R. Rim
“What is the point of art? To make a point. Art can show you something you never saw before.”
J.r. Rim

“The book he was writing mattered more than it ever had, I realized. It would outlast all this chaos and senseless death. It would live long after all the stupid things humans did to one another had healed over. That's what great art is for, I thought.”
Paula McClain

“When I was young, literature was not about the things it is about for me now. Literature was about the chance to peek into other people to see if I was like them.”
Jacquelyn Ardam, Avidly Reads Poetry

David Diop
“Despite all my efforts to block it out, the ordeal on the pier in Gorée, after our brief escape beyond the door to the voyage of no return, came back to me intact. I realized then that painting and music have the power to reveal to ourselves our secret humanity. Through art, we can sometimes push open a hidden door leading to the darkest part of our being, as black as the depths of a prison cell. And, once that door is wide open, the corners of our soul are so brightly illuminated that our lies to ourselves no longer have an inch of shade in which they can take refuge, as if exposed to the African sun at its zenith.”
David Diop, Beyond the Door of No Return