The phrase "artistic pleasure" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used to describe enjoyment or satisfaction derived from art or creative expression.
Example: "The gallery's new exhibit offers a unique experience that promises to evoke deep artistic pleasure in its visitors."
Alternatives: "aesthetic enjoyment" or "creative delight".
They serve both as invaluable historical documentation and a source of enormous artistic pleasure.
And let us not forget, he also provided many, many evenings of intense artistic pleasure.
But artistic pleasure differs from other kinds in being deliberately structured and thus encouraging to analysis, which is fun for the rational mind.
The epigraph he has chosen is from Julian Barnes's The Sense of An Ending and his writing has much in common with Barnes's fine literary intelligence: a well-tempered intellectual and artistic pleasure, replete with collusive wit and playfulness.
Like their counterparts on summer stages across the nation, the four have found that the life of an artist demands dedication, work and an ability to accept the sometimes fuzzy boundary that separates artistic pleasure from art's pain.
Max Nordau, in his 1892 book, "Degeneration," a mocking survey of fin-de-siècle culture, shows a soft spot for Péladan, declaring that "the conscious factor in him knows that [mysticism] is all nonsense, but it finds artistic pleasure in it, and permits the unconscious life to do as it pleases".
Their earnest pursuit of truth, whether in depicting painful social realities or concentrating on the foreground blades of grass in a landscape, entailed a denial of many orthodox artistic pleasures.
They lend even the deepest, giddiest artistic pleasures a somber undercurrent, a dimensionality, so that the experiencing of art in Berlin today — the consumption as well as the making — is like that in no other city in the world.
To depict a deadly act of political terrorism, Godard sacrifices any sense of a system, of a code of references, of a tradition, even of personal artistic pleasures and inclinations.
The play also makes it clear that Carl's awakening is less a matter of flesh than of spirit: an introduction to a world of intellectual and artistic pleasures (ah, Bach! ah, Faulkner! ah, Bonnard!), leavened by the adolescent silliness of Madame Melville and her friend Ruth.
It's an extraordinary achievement; a lively meditation on the importance of "wanting to know" what makes the world tick: from carnal to artistic pleasures.
