David Smith

The artist must be a farmer, tilling the soil of imagination.

My sculptures are my children; they grow with me.

In the workshop, silence speaks louder than words.

Art is the lie that tells the truth.

I sculpt the invisible forces of nature.

Freedom in art comes from discipline in craft.

The welder's torch is my brush.

Life's beauty is in its rough edges.

Sculpture is frozen music.

I build monuments to the human spirit.

The farm taught me that art is labor.

Steel bends but does not break the artist's will.

In every weld, a story is told.

The void between forms is where meaning resides.

Art without passion is just metal.

I laugh at the critics who don't understand.

Sculpting is like farming: plant, wait, harvest.

The artist's hand must be steady, the mind wild.

My works stand tall against the horizon of doubt.

Welding joins not just metal, but ideas.