Beauty, you're under arrest. I have a camera, and I'm not afraid to use it. Julia Margaret Cameron More Quotes by Julia Margaret Cameron More Quotes From Julia Margaret Cameron When we are angry or depressed in our creativity, we have misplaced our power. We have allowed someone else to determine our worth, and then we are angry at being undervalued. Julia Margaret Cameron creativitydeterminepower What is focus and who has the right to say what focus is the legitimate focus? Julia Margaret Cameron focus From the first moment I handled my lens with a tender ardour, and it has become to me as a living thing, with voice and memory and creative vigour. Julia Margaret Cameron voicecreativememories Growth is a spiral process, doubling back on itself, reassessing and regrouping. Julia Margaret Cameron growthorganizationbusiness My aspirations are to ennoble Photography and to secure for it the character and uses of High Art by combining the real and Ideal and sacrificing nothing of the Truth by all possible devotion to Poetry and beauty. Julia Margaret Cameron photographyrealart Leap, and the net will appear. Julia Margaret Cameron faithsuccesspositive When an actor is in the moment, he or she is engaged in listening for the next right thing creatively. When a painter is painting, he or she may begin with a plan, but that plan is soon surrendered to the painting's own plan. This is often expressed as 'The brush takes the next stroke.' In dance, in composition, in sculpture, the experience is the same: we are more the conduit than the creator of what we express Julia Margaret Cameron sculptureactorslistening I believe that... my first successes in my out-of-focus pictures were a fluke. That is to say, that when focusing and coming to something which, to my eye, was very beautiful, I stopped there instead of screwing on the lens to the more definite focus which all other photographers insist upon. Julia Margaret Cameron eyebeautifulbelieve I wish I could take language And fold it like cool, moist rags. I would lay words on your forehead. I would wrap words on your wrists. 'There, there,' my words would say - Or something better. I would ask them to murmur, 'Hush' and 'Shh, shhh, it's all right.' I would ask them to hold you all night. I wish I could take language And daub and soothe and cool Where fever blisters and burns, Where fever turns yourself against you. I wish I could take language And heal the words that were the wounds You have no names for. Julia Margaret Cameron nameswishnight I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied. Julia Margaret Cameron longinglengthsatisfied When I have had such men before my camera my whole soul has endeavored to do its duty to them in recording faithfully the greatness of the inner as well as the features of the outer man. The photograph thus taken has almost the embodiment of a prayer. Julia Margaret Cameron photographytakenprayer The clock is ticking and you're hearing the beat. You stop by a museum shop, sign your name on a scuba-diving sheet, and commit yourself to Saturday mornings in the deep end. You're either losing your mind - or gaining your soul. Life is meant to be an artist date. That's why we were created. Julia Margaret Cameron artistmorninglife Personal sympathy has helped me on very much. My husband from first to last has watched every picture with delight, and it is my daily habit to run to him with every glass upon which a fresh glory is newly stamped, and to listen to his enthusiastic applause. This habit of running into the dining-room with my wet pictures has stained such an immense quantity of table linen with nitrate of silver, indelible stains, that I should have been banished from any less indulgent household. Julia Margaret Cameron glasseshusbandrunning From the first moment I handled my lens with a tender ardour. Julia Margaret Cameron lensesmomentsfirsts The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention. Julia Margaret Cameron giftdelightcapacityattention When I have had such men before my camera my whole soul has endeavored to do its duty towards them in recording faithfully the greatness of the inner as well as the features of the outer man. The photograph thus taken has been almost the embodiment of a prayer. Julia Margaret Cameron mansoulprayermen
