Take your average couscous salad, and it's almost always a sloppy mush, no matter how much attention has gone into getting flavours in there.
Do you know why language manifests itself the way it does in my work? It's because I understand short attention spans.
I think you just have to cross your fingers that there's enough artists out there that keep producing interesting work, and eventually it will form a kind of wave that will force people to pay attention to it.
I really work on paying attention to the clues my self is giving myself. For instance, I think of myself in the third person. That allows me to manage myself better.
I think it's nice to know that people in the industry are paying attention to all of the hard work you've done throughout the years and rewarding you for it. It reminds you to keep doing it, to keep pushing yourself, and to always remain that way.
Pray thee, spare, thyself at times: for it becomes a wise man sometimes to relax the high pressure of his attention to work.
There is a price for popularity. Critics look for your weaknesses, your flaws, anything that makes the work seem like a fluke and not seem worthy of all the attention it's getting.
My job as an editor is to gently prod the attention of the audience to look at various parts of the frame. And that - I do that by manipulating how and where I cut and what succession of images I work with.
Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.
The art world is molting - some would say melting. Galleries are closing; museums are scaling back.
My eyes are open now and can never be closed.
Everything looks uglier close up.
Silence, you know, is the best place to get close to spirit for me.
Seemed to me that drumming was the best way to get close to God.
In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.
When rock & roll is done with that fervor, it's close to gospel.
Yes, I was going to law school and it was closed in '69.
I would assume the case will never be closed.
You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.
A close-up on screen can say all a song can.
