Pousette Dart Quotes & Sayings

Following your own vision is one of the only things that will sustain you. — Joy Bryant

Painting, for me, is a dynamic balance and wholeness of life; it is mysterious and transcending, yet solid and real. — Richard Pousette-Dart

What if stars were the glimmering tears of a giant, welling in his cheeks, waiting to fall at the first tender stroke of emotion? What if the moon were a wide-open eye gazing down on our tiny, little world and its tiny, little inhabitants as they rush to and fro in pursuit of tiny, little dreams? What if the sun were the glowing heart of a great beast, pumping hot blood to keep him alive while providing warmth for our pitiful world? Ahhh, imagination; it is a wondrous thing! — Richelle E. Goodrich

[I] educate people to be kinder to each other, and to other life-forms. There has been racism, sexism and now there is 'species-ism.' People think that they are better than other creatures. — Alicia Silverstone

History never really says goodbye. History says, 'See you later.' — Eduardo Galeano

To teach is to learn ... If we ever think we know all there is to know about our creativity we are dead as artists. — Richard Pousette-Dart

Limitless material growth is not sustainable or moral. — Bryant McGill

I strive to express the spiritual nature of the universe. — Richard Pousette-Dart

Yaicha is named after a song
by some group from the last century called the
Pousette-Dart Band.
Something about a girl,
a candle in the falling rain
shining amidst the pain.
I kind of surprise myself
when I can picture Yaicha as that candle.
My father named Yaicha after the "haunting melody."
I wonder if he ever listened
to the lyrics. — Thalia Chaltas

All mathematics is tautology. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

It felt really good to do something that made no sense at all. — Emily M. Danforth

So like any football or basketball coach, you always always believe you're going to win. — Colin Powell

Women wanted men who made money, women wanted men of mark. How many classy women were living with skid row bums? Well, I didn't want a woman anyhow. Not to live with. How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence. — Charles Bukowski

Why go on? I mean, why record all this? Wouldn't it be better to surrender it to oblivion for all time? For those who were there certainly don't have to read it. And the others, and those who will come later? What if they read it only to enjoy something strange and uncanny and to make themselves feel more alive? Does it take an apocalypse to do that? Or a descent into the underworld? — Hans Erich Nossack