Being a painter, I ought to say why in pictures people’s faces are painted green and red.

You can never kill the spirit of an artist. They will always rewrite their resurrection and paint an eternal sunset with a blaze of orange that no one has seen before.

The biggest spur to my interest in art came when I played van Gogh in the biographical film Lust For Life. The role affected me deeply. I was haunted by this talented genius who took...

Painters–and storytellers, including poets and playwrights and historians, they are the justices of the Supreme Court of Good and Evil, of which I am now a member, and to which you may belong someday!

Know everything. Say nothing.

The suprematist must have a superior knowledge of understanding. With out that, their art is powerless

The canvas is the door to another dimension. The paintbrush is the key.

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader’s, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and...

She preferred the quiet solitary atmosphere, to create in her own world of paint and colour, the thrill of anticipating how her works would turn out as she eyed the blank sheets of paper or...

I came there again another time. And I looked many times again. I was filled with consolation, with my consolation.The thirty-three abominations were truthful. They were the truth. They were life. The sharp fragments of...

‘Paint only what you see,’ his hero Millet had admonished.’Imagination is a burden to a painter,’ Auguste Renoir had told him. ‘Painters are craftsmen, not storytellers. Paint what you see.’Ah, but what they hadn’t said,...

What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face...

I’m completely aware of Matisse and what he said, that painters must begin by cutting out their tongues.

Does anyone ask a painter — even the painter himself — why he paints? Now me, I painted… used to… whatever I saw that was beautiful. It had to be beautiful to me, through and...

something”. To be loved like crazy, like their life depends on you is a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. How many of us can keep their right hand on their heart and say that they have actually experienced...

It’s very hard to reach people in Greymouth with pottery or any form of art because they’re allergic to it. Allergic to it ever since they began really because they’ve taken from the ground in...