“In every art we are always obliged to return to the accepted means of expression, the conventional language of the art. What is a black-and-white drawing but a convention to which the beholder has become so accustomed that with his mind's eye he sees a complete equivalent in the translation from nature?” MindMeanArtEyeLanguageBlackWhiteExpressionReturnDrawingAcceptedConventionsBlack And WhiteConventionalAccustomedTranslationsObligedBeholder Author:Eugene Delacroix
“I lifted the white cloth from the white face of the man that I had worshipped as an idol-looked upon as a demi-god. Notwithstanding the violence of the death of the President, there was something beautiful as well as grandly solemn in the expression of the placid face. There lurked the sweetness and gentleness of childhood, and the stately grandeur of godlike intellect. I gazed long at the face, and turned away with tears in my eyes and a choking sensation in my throat. Ah! never was man so widely mourned before. The whole world bowed their heads in grief when Abraham Lincoln died.” MenWorldWellsLongWholeEyeBeautifulFacesPresidentWhiteGriefViolenceChildhoodTearsHe ManExpressionDiedIntellectWhole WorldSensationsThroatIdolsSweetnessGentlenessSolemnChokeGrandeurAbrahamSomething BeautifulGodlikePlacidTears In My Eyes Author:Elizabeth Keckley
“Later, I would realize that the position of most black students in predominantly white colleges was already too tenuous, our identities too scrambled, to admit to ourselves that our black pride remained incomplete. And to admit our doubt and confusion to whites, to open up our psyches to general examination by those who had caused so much of the damage in the first place, seemed ludicrous, itself an expression of self-hatred - for there seemed no reason to expect that whites would look at our private struggles as a mirror into their own souls, rather than yet more evidence of black pathology.” FirstsLooksSoulSelfReasonBlackRealizingWhiteStruggleDoubtIdentityPositionStudentsCollegeExpressionPrideEvidenceHatredMirrorsConfusionDamageNo ReasonExaminationIncompleteSelf HatredPathologyPsychBlack Pride Author:Barack Obama
“My music is very personal. I've created it in solitude. I face a white wall and beller. I like that sound - the expression of loneliness. That's what it's all about.” FacesSoundWhiteLonelinessExpressionWallSolitudeMusic IsWhite Walls Author:Dwight Yoakam
“Renaissance man, woman, either way it's a worthy pursuit! Like the painters of Emilia's day, I was raised in an environment that encouraged creative expression. Both my parents were artists, who didn't think much of TV and refused to upgrade our old black and white set. To entertain myself, I made art and wrote puppet shows.” ThinkingMenWayArtMadeShowsArtistParentBlackWhiteCreativeEnvironmentExpressionTvsRaisedWorthyPursuitPainterBlack And WhiteMen WomenRenaissancePuppetsCreative ExpressionRenaissance ManPuppet Shows Author:Mary Pope Osborne
“In a way, composing on the melodic level is an expression of a melodic truth, almost like a geometric truth. If it has clarity, other people will recognize it. There's no way of isolating it in a gallery on a white wall and saying, "This is a work of art. This is a mathematical proof."” PeopleIfsWayArtWhiteLevelsExpressionWallProofClarityMathematicalWorks Of ArtGalleryComposingGeometricMathematical ProofWhite Walls Author:Eyvind Kang
“Film relates to almost every other form of expression, but poetry is a bit abstract in its strength and sometimes even the white spaces on the page are evocative almost as much as where the text is. Certain poets have played with that.” SometimesFilmFormCertainBitsSpaceWhitePoetExpressionPagesRelateAbstractPoetry IsWhite Space Author:Jim Jarmusch
“I guess, in a way, I grew up mixed race: half white, half black. That question's always been on my mind: 'What are you? Are you this or that? Are you a white dude or are you a black dude?' In a strange way, music and comedy is kind of the same thing. I'm both.They're just different modes of expression.” WayMindKindDifferentBlackWhiteRaceHalfComedyStrangeExpressionGrewGrew UpMixed Race Author:Reggie Watts
“He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment he thought of climbing up its cracked and broken stone, and then from its summit screaming down at the silent city as a child might scream at a chained animal.” ChildrenMomentsMightFacesWhiteAnimalCitiesExpressionBrokenStonesSilentClimbingScreamTowersSummitReposeCrackedChainedClimbing Up Author:Peter Ackroyd