Michelangelo Quotes
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The art of creation lies in the gift of perceiving the particular and generalizing it, thus creating the particular again. It is therefore a powerful transforming force and a generator of creative solutions in relation to a given problem.
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In my opinion painting should be considered excellent in proportion as it approaches the effect of relief, while relief should be considered bad in proportion as it approaches the effect of painting.
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Gazing on beautiful things acts on my soul.
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A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
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I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
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An artist must have his measuring tools not in the hand, but in the eye.
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Art is a jealous thing; it requires the whole and entire man.
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If people knew how hard I worked at my art, they would not consider me a genius.
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If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn't call it genius.
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Good painting is the kind that looks like sculpture.
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Even if you are divine, you don't disdain male consorts.
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The greatest artist has no conception which a single block of white marble does not potentially contain within its mass, but only a hand obedient to the mind can penetrate to this image.
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Lord free me of myself, so I can please you!
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No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
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I was never the kind of painter or sculptor who kept a shop.
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I dare affirm that any artist... who has nothing singular, eccentric, or at least reputed to be so, in his person, will never become a superior talent.
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It is better decoration when, in painting, some monstrosity is introduced for variety and a relaxation of the senses and to attract the attention of mortal eyes, which at times desire to see that which they have never seen.
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The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
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Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?
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Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair; A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given; And death was safety and great joy to find; But dying now, I shall not climb to Heaven.
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One paints with one's head, not one's hand.
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The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and to confide in one's self, and become something of worth and value is the best and safest course.
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Trifles make perfection but perfection is not a trifle.
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It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.