Quote by Marc Chagall
Great art picks up where nature ends. - Marc Chagall

Great art picks up where nature ends. – Marc Chagall

Other quotes by Marc Chagall

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love. – Marc Chagall

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Love
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The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep. – Marc Chagall

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Artist, The
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In our lives there is a simple colour, as on an artists palatte, which provides the meaning of life and art. it is the colour of love. – Marc Chagall

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Color
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Other Quotes from
Art
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Yes, 85 percent of the art you see isnt any good. But everyone has a different opinion about which 85 percent is bad. That in turn creates fantastically unstable interplay and argument. – Jerry Saltz

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Art

Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I dont believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Arts sake. – E. M. Forster

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Art

For me, pointing and clicking my phone is absolutely fine. People say that isnt the art of photography but I dont agree. – Annie Lennox

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Art

Art distills sensations and embodies it with enhanced meaning. – Jacques Barzun

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Art

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