Louise Nevelson (September 23, 1899 – April 17, 1988) was an American sculptor known for her monumental, monochromatic, wooden wall pieces and outdoor sculptures.
I'm in tune with the right vibrations in the universe when I'm in the process of working.
The freer that women become, the freer men will be. Because when you enslave someone, you are enslaved.
I only know this - that you can’t give advice to an artist.
True strength is delicate.
I make collages. I join the shattered world creating a new harmony.
I think most artists create out of despair. The very nature of creation is not a performing glory on the outside, it's a painful, difficult search within.
A white lace curtain on the window was for me as important as a great work of art. This gossamer quality, the reflection, the form, the movement. I learned more about art from that than I did in school.
A woman may not hit a ball stronger than a man, but it is different. I prize that difference.
I think all great innovations are built on rejections.
Another thing about creation is that every day it is like it gave birth, and it's always kind of innocent and refreshing. So it's always virginal to me, and it's always a surprise.
I feel totally female. I didn't compete with men and I don't want to look like a man! I love being a lady and dressing up and masquerading and wearing all the fineries. I'm breaking down the idea that the artist has to look poor, with berets.
I always wanted to show the world that art is everywhere, except it has to pass through a creative mind.
Greatness breaks laws.
And I saw darkness for weeks. It never dawned on me that I could come out of it, but you heal. Nature heals you, and you do come out of it. All of a sudden I saw a crack of light. . . then all of a sudden I saw another crack of light. Then I saw forms in the light. And I recognized that there was no darkness, that in darkness there'll always be light.
My husband's family was terribly refined. Within their circle you could know Beethoven, but God forbid if you were Beethoven.
But when I fell in love with black, it contained all color. It wasn’t a negation of color. It was an acceptance. Because black encompasses all colors. Black is the most aristocratic color of all. . . . You can be quiet and it contains the whole thing.
[Good taste] is a nineteenth-century concept. And good taste has never really been defined. The effort of projecting 'good taste' is so studied that it offends me. No, I prefer to negate that. We have to put a period to so-called good taste.
It's a hell of a thing to be born, and if you're born you're at least entitled to your own self.
The outside wold pressures you into a mold, but if you don't accept that - you gamble with life. Call it gambling.
Character is the architect of the being.