Quotes About Visual

A picture may describe a 1000 words but it will often need 1000 words to describe a picture.

I don't know if all the women in the photographs are beautiful, but I do know that the women are beautiful in the photographs.

Men fall in love through their eyes. Women fall in love with their ears, through words.

As an artist, as I design and lay out a page, the less-important things, things I want you to spend less time looking at, I draw them very small, maybe even silhouette them. The more-important pivotal scenes, I draw them larger, maybe even a double-page spread.

Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.

Man-made things, buildings, boats, etc., we see more decidedly than the other things in a landscape.

Children who are visual thinkers will often be good at drawing, other arts, and building things with building toys such as Legos.

I can look a whole day with delight upon a handsome picture, though it be but of an horse.

The thing about America - it's different everywhere, but visually, it's amazing to shoot in the desert in the New Mexico light. It's really hard to shoot in that desert and make anything look not amazing.

Computers don't usually have a sense of if you have a picture of something what is in that image. And if we can do a good job of understanding what is in an image, that can bring along a lot of new things you can do in applications.

Art and photography allowed for the communication of new ideas, often in ways that words did not.

Se as pessoas não gostaseem de olhar para coisas atraentes, a arte não existiria.

Both those taking snaps and documentary photographers, however, have not understood 'information.' What they produce are camera memories, not information, and the better they do it, the more they prove the victory of the camera over the human being.

This apparently non-symbolic, objective character of technical images lead whoever looks at them to see them not as images but as windows

The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded.

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

Then there's Queen Victoria, like a large tea cosy, & Wellington, sleek as a mastiff with paw extended . . .

The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded. The

Leaning over this parapet I see far out a waste of water. A fin turns. This bare visual impression is unattached to any line of reason, it springs up as one might see the fin of a porpoise on the horizon. Visual impressions often communicate thus briefly statements that we shall in time come to uncover and coax into words.

There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: honey-colored skin, thin arms, brown bobbed hair, long lashes, big bright mouth); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).

There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, [...]; and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors.

Today our unsophisticated cameras record in their own way our hastily assembled and painted world.

I see the steam of the chocolate and the plates of blueberry tarts.

What further concentration is needed, what added intensity must one's gaze attain, for the brain to enslave the visual image of a person?