Quotes About Painting

I tried to be a house painter, but I couldn't stand all that paint all over me.

I was painting sets, working in editorial as an assistant, driving their trucks, lying that I knew how to drive a truck, and doing commercials and documentaries.

I trust Winsor and Newton and I paint directly upon it.

The truth is that painting is all about scale; you use scale to create experience. A lot of artists have lost that ability. They don't even know that's something they should be doing.

One of the main reasons I paint is because I think nature is so wonderful. I want to try to get my feelings of that down on canvas, if possible.

Writing requires a great deal of skill, just like painting does. People don't want to learn those skills.

The way I paint, the scale of the information in the images which I want to paint demand space.

Braque always said that the only thing that counts, in painting, is the intention, and it's true. What counts is what one wants to do, and not what one does. That's what's important.

Kadaspala worshipped colour. It was the gift of light; and in its tones, heavy and light, faint and rich, was painted all of life.

Art works because it appeals to certain faculties of the mind. Music depends on details of the auditory system, painting and sculpture on the visual system. Poetry and literature depend on language.

It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it.

Paraga was a delicate creature, with an elongated neck and large eyes. Long whiskers drooped from his jaws and enormous batlike wings sprouted from his shoulders. Rav thought he looked like the most friendly of the dragons, but it was difficult to tell from a painting.

When he'd first looked at the painting, Othman had felt a charge of shock course through his flesh. The woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and some part of him knew her. Still, he was wary of approaching her. The long, knowing eyes seemed to trace his passage around the room.

Karl von Frisch, Nobelist, zoologist and student of bee behavior, discovered that it helped bees to find their own hives if those placed in a row were painted different colors; in addition, he found that they rather fancied blue. When I was traveling in Mexico I was delighted to see beehives painted in deep vibrant colors—red, green, blue and black.

I'm a big fan of Edouard Vuillard, so I'd like anything by him - particularly a painting called 'Madame Hessel on the Sofa.' His work is realistic without being literal: I can really imagine what Madame Hessel is thinking.

I've met a lot of artists who wanted to paint me. LeRoy Neiman was one. He did it from a photograph. He made 20,000 copies, and we sold them all.

I feel every painting is a challenging piece of a puzzle for me and others to solve. I feel both humble and exhilarated to see if completed.

When I paint, some things come out, and I don't know. Maybe it's because I have such talent as a painter.

I love to paint. And I have another profession - an interior design business.

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A painting walks into the room supported by the collector. It is the painting of a nude by a contemporary artist. She is scarred by shadows from venetian blinds. "The ritual scarification of light and shadow," I say. But am thinking, silently, the female nude is the self-ironization of the male. She, in his shadow, by design.

Life's kind of like a painting. A really bizzare, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is just a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it, and use your imagination, life can become so much more.

I do not sculpt and paint to make the world sacred. I sculpt and paint to give permanence to my feelings about how terrible the world truly is. Nothing is real to me except my own feelings; nothing is true except my own feelings as I see them all around me in my sculptures and paintings. I know these feelings are true, because if they were not true they would make art that is as terrible as the world.

The gift had caused me to steal. I hated the gift. But I wanted to do the painting.