Quotes About Canvas

After, in the torchlight, he wondered at the marks on me, the red around my neck, and the purple on my arms and chest where he had gripped me. He rubbed at them, as though they were stains, not bruises. "The color is perfect," he said, "look." And he held up the mirror so I could see. "You make the rarest canvas, love.

The artist invites the spectator to take a journey within the realm of the canvas... Without taking the journey, the spectator has really missed the essential experience of the picture.

Life is a Canvas. Every action of ours is a stroke of paint and at the end, how beautiful our painting is will depend upon all our strokes, all our Actions.

Memories are like layers of your skin or layers of paint on a canvas.

The river, tonally, does not recede, presenting the same lifeless grey near and far, a depthless plane upon which Schmitt's dragging oars inscribe parallel lines and Eakins' oars, rising and falling, leave methodically spaced patches of disturbed water. The canvas is haunting - en evocation of the democracy's idyllic, isolating spaciousness, present even in the midst of a great Eastern city.

I am the first to be surprised and often terrified by the images that I see appear on my canvas.

It seems strange that some artists fear a blank canvas, when it has been a major contributory factor to great paintings.

Food is exacting. The face is truly a canvas upon which our food choices paint an accurate picture. The body is truly a sculpture, chiseled and polished by our food choices.

Life is a plain canvas where you paint your own story, choosing your own characters, the shades and the landscape.

God is the Composer. Your life is His musical score. God is the Artist. Your life is His canvas. God is the Architect. Your life is His blueprint. God is the Writer. You are His book. God is great not just because nothing is too big for Him; God is also great because nothing is too small.

The leather satchel on his right hip holds documents and notebook; the canvas haversack is for supplies

I got in an argument with a girlfriend inside of a tent. That's a bad place for an argument, because I tried to walk out, and had to slam the flap.

Love is a canvas pattern furnished by Nature, and embroidered by imagination.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

The streets are full, A horde of entitlement Scuttling out of alleys and Slithering out in tailored suits. The skyline, A glimmering canvas, Promising boundless joys Within the ambit of its crown. A life spent, Reaching and straining Towards conquests. A life spent, Blind to one's own.

I got into an argument with my girlfriend inside a tent. A tent is not a good place for an argument. I tried to walk out on her and had to slam the flap.

On the side of the canvas canopy was painted in bold, somewhat faded script: Dr Mirablis Wondrous Elixir Re-Vitae.

I have tried to preserve in my relationship to the film the same closeness and intimacy that exists between a painter and his canvas.

Its great thorns pierced the canvas, and its heavy fragrance rushed within, enveloping his sleep, becoming one with his breath, and penetrated the chambers of his exploding heart.