A Quote by Tod Papageorge

[The photograph] is fabricated out of the unfabricated dross of passing life (while paradoxically still trading on the indexical heft of that dross).

Tod Papageorge

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Dross Fabricated Life Out Passing Photograph Still Trading While

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Tod Papageorge
American - Photographer
Born: August 1, 1940

Every time you work, you have to do it all over again, to rid yourself of this dross. I suppose for a person who is not an artist or not attempting art, it is not dross, because it is the common exchange of everyday life.

Carl Andre

Every photograph is the result of a physical imprint transferred by light reflections onto a sensitive surface. The photograph is thus a type of icon, or visual likeness, which bears an indexical relationship to its object.

Rosalind E. Krauss

My love admits no qualifying dross

William Shakespeare

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

William Shakespeare

Science not only purifies the religious impulse of the dross of its anthropomorphism but also contributes to a religious spiritualization of our understanding of life.

Albert Einstein

By constant contemplation of excellence, we clear our selfhood of all dross and impurities.

Orison Swett Marden

Openness of mind strengthens the truth in us and removes the dross from it, if there is any.

Mahatma Gandhi

There are only three indispensable things: the audience, the actor and the author. The rest is dross.

Peter O'Toole

If my efforts have led to greater success than usual, this is due, I believe, to the fact that during my wanderings in the field of medicine, I have strayed onto paths where the gold was still lying by the wayside. It takes a little luck to be able to distinguish gold from dross, but that is all.

Robert Koch

the unconscious of an artist is her greatest treasure. It is what transmutes the dross of autobiography into the gold of myth.

Erica Jong

Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

William Shakespeare

Fiction, I believed, was the transmutation of experiential dross into linguistic gold. Fiction meant taking up whatever the world had abandoned by the road and making something beautiful out of it.