Gertrude Stein
Gertrude Stein
Gertrude Steinwas an American novelist, poet, playwright and art collector. Born in the Allegheny West neighborhood of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and raised in Oakland, California, Stein moved to Paris in 1903, and made France her home for the remainder of her life. She hosted a Paris salon, where the leading figures in modernism in literature and art would meet, such as Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sinclair Lewis, Ezra Pound, and Henri Matisse...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 February 1874
CityPittsburgh, PA
CountryUnited States of America
there is art and there is official art, there always has been and there always will be.
art is the pulse of a nation.
The artist works by locating the world in himself
The creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic.
A little artist has all the tragic unhappiness and the sorrows of a great artist and he is not a great artist.
I murmured to Picasso that I liked his portrait of Gertrude Stein. Yes, he said, everybody said that she does not look like it, but that does not make any difference, she will, he said.
Asparagus in a lean in a lean is to hot. This makes it art and it is wet weather wet weather wet
The contemporary thing in art and literature is the thing which doesn't make enough difference to the people of that generation so that they can accept it or reject it.
No one is ahead of his time, it is only that the particular variety of creating his time is the one that his contemporaries who are also creating their own time refuse to accept.... For a very long time everybody refuses and then almost without a pause almost everybody accepts. In the history of the refused in the arts and literature the rapidity of the change is always startling.
There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life.
Art isn't everything. It's just about everything.
The subject matter of art is life, life as it actually is; but the function of art is to make life better.
... anybody is as their land and air is. Anybody is as the sky is low or high, the air heavy or clear and anybody is as there is wind or no wind there. It is that which makes them and the arts they make and the work they do and the way they eat and the way they drink and the way they learn and everything.
I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear readers, are an after-thought.