The phrase "artistic wits" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used to refer to the creative intelligence or cleverness of an artist or someone involved in the arts.
Example: "The competition showcased the artistic wits of the participants, each presenting unique and innovative works."
Alternatives: "creative intellect" or "artistic cleverness".
In a moment of supreme artistic wit, this isn't in fact the case, and the dog food is just ordinary Chum or whatever.
In the show's catalog, Arnold Aronson, professor of theater arts at Columbia, writes that to popular entertainments such as these, Urban brought "artistic excellence, wit and a sense of opulence".
It seems a pity that he took his act to London, by stages beginning in 1859, and refined his genius in the pokier precincts of British art, meanwhile lavishing rather too much of it on flamboyant combats of wit, artistic doctrine, and personal grudge with artists, critics, and patrons who, Oscar Wilde excepted, were little worth the candle.
Call it artistic justice that "Wit" is now here.
(Between Javier Bardem in "Mother!" and Malkovich here, this year's Oscar for Best Actor Scribbling Fatuously in a Notebook is going to be a toss-up, though at least Malkovich plays the asinine artistic Svengali with wit).
"While creating these colored pencil drawings, my main goal is to seamlessly merge aspects of modern culture and timeless standards of artistic beauty through humor and wit".
Critics weren't used to seeing what they frequently dismissed as "stoner humor" ("It's the Beavis and Butt-head of today without the wit or artistic talent," an animation expert said to Associated Press in 2008).
But Wilde also delighted in affecting an aesthetic pose; this, combined with rooms at Oxford decorated with objets d'art, resulted in his famous remark, "Oh, would that I could live up to my blue china!" In the early 1880s, when Aestheticism was the rage and despair of literary London, Wilde established himself in social and artistic circles by his wit and flamboyance.
His artistic talent and innate wit were spotted by the paper's founding editor Henry Lascelles Carr, who gave him his own daily slot.
The Jesus and Mary Chain, with their stupid feedback, and their stupid stage show with 800 powerful stupid lights and enough stupid dry ice to enhance their stupid stupidity up its own bullshit crappy teenage pretentious one dimensional dick witted puissant artistic enigma?
