Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
I feel like life imitates art, or art imitates life. I always take on roles that I'm passionate about.
"Art Imitates life," of course, is that phrase by Oscar Wilde. I called that song "Art Imitates Life" because Oh No was in the studio and he actually came up with that hook. When I was trying to figure out a name for the record, it just kind of made sense.
Art imitates life and, sometimes, life imitates art. It's a weird combination of elements.
It's very interesting how life imitates art, and art imitates life; I find, whenever I read scenes of some magnitude, I'm like, 'Oh, I feel like I've experienced this,' or 'I am experiencing this,' or 'I might start to experience it soon.'
I feel like art imitates life and life imitates art.
Art imitates life. Life imitates high school.
Sometimes art imitates life.
Life imitates art -- but badly.
It is, in fact, safe to assume that, more often than not, life imitates craft, for who among us can say that our experience does not more closely resemble a macramé plant holder than it does a painting by Seurat. When it comes to art, life is the biggest copycat in the matter of the frame.
Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.
Life imitates art and back around.
Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television.
At first, art imitates life. Then life will imitate art.Then life will find its very existence from the arts.