Art is a way of survival.

Art is what you get away with

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

Art is anything you can get away with.

There must always be two kinds of art: escape-art, for man needs escape as he needs food and deep sleep, and parable-art, that art which shall teach man to unlearn hatred and learn love.

Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living

Art is making something out of nothing, and selling it.

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

Awww, 'tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads.

Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't.

Art for art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed.

Art is anything done for its own sake

What is art? Art is tar, rearranged. Art is tar on canvas or tar on tarp or tar on a naked body. Art is a bird chirping changed into something visual. Art is an image of a thousand beaks breaking into the office of a quack doctor. I know that doctor, and I've personally spoken to ten of those beaks. Art is rhythm, two hands clapping at a urinal while a third shakes off pee to the beat. Good art stays with you your whole life, especially if that good art is a tattoo. Good art is my name, written backwards, inked on your upper lip in a furry font. Art imitates life, just as life imitates Orafoura. Art can be anything from a Manet to a Monet to a painting of money to a missile. Art can save the world, or devastate it. (We could drop another big bomb on Japan, though I'm not advocating dumping Basquiat paintings on Hiroshima). Art rhymes with a bodily function, and everybody should let their creativity rip everywhere from the privacy of their bathrooms to small heated boxes with four of their closest friends. Art is thinking outside that box, and desperately trying to escape.

When nature fails, we turn to art.