Sentence examples for enterprise of art from inspiring English sources

Most of all, it's about the enterprise of art.

As we argue in our recent book "What Art Is: The Esthetic Theory of Ayn Rand" (more information is available at www.aristos.org), the spurious practice of calling children "artists" of any stripe not only ill serves them, it also trivializes the enterprise of art itself.

By working as a collaborative entity, they see themselves as part of a larger trend of artists moving away from the commercial enterprise of art that predominated the art scene until around 2008.

In a wide-ranging trip to Europe this year, I found three major new museums to love: in Amsterdam, the first satellite branch of Russia's celebrated Hermitage; in Rome, a long-awaited museum for contemporary arts that is a work of art itself; and in Paris, a picture gallery with a constantly changing program of special exhibitions meant to shake up the enterprise of art appreciation.

He pronounced the entire enterprise "the death of art".

If this is Banksy's critique of enterprise art, and the hopelessly misguided direction of the art world, then the critique itself has become hopelessly lost, or at least completely ineffectual.

In what has to be the most bizarre enterprise in the history of art, this incredible pile of rubbish has been solemnly transported across the Irish Sea and reassembled in Dublin's Hugh Lane Gallery, where it will be entombed in glass like a Bacon portrait and offered to the art-loving public as a kind of peep-show.

Call it free trade, globalization, small government, free enterprise or whatever term of art you like.

No one can doubt that the early modernists succeeded in this enterprise, endowing us with works of art that keep the human spirit alive in the new circumstances of modernity, and which establish continuity with the great traditions of our culture.

An irony of Sehgal's collaborative approach is that he has created a sort of art factory — an enterprise that at times provides work for several hundred people and pays by the hour.

Pound and Monroe were the Lennon and McCartney of their shared enterprise, the one skirting the shoreline of art as the other steered toward the stream's middle; the impresario and the editor were bound to part, and not happily.