The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
the best way to remember a beautiful city or a beautiful painting is to eat something while you are looking at it.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I don't want you to taint that fragile coat of astonishing colors created by my illusions, which no painter has ever been… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“She needed a confessor! Would she find it there, in the world of the artists? All over the world they had their… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“In art, in history man fights his fears, he wants to live forever, he is afraid of death, he wants to work… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every instant. For… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
