Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to...

A painted surface is a real, living form.

Painting is possessed of a divine power, for not only . . . does it make the absent present, but it also, after many centuries, makes the dead almost alive, so that they are recognized...

Because I went to Chouinard, which then became CalArts, I became a multi-discipline artist – it wasn’t just about painting, it was about media and performance.

I was influenced by surrealist poetry and painting as were thousands of other people, and it seems to me to have become a part of the way I write, but it’s not.

Painting has to do with knocking yourself out day after day trying to get what you want to down on canvas. Maybe it works and maybe it doesn’t, but every day you try. That’s what...

Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds,

All you need to paint is a few tools, a little instruction, and a vision in your mind.

For some reason, today we’re painting the whole picture with a broad brush and a few profit warnings are really damaging that landscape for the companies that are good (performers).

yes, i have dated Salvador Dali guy when i was a high school girl. he was a great lover. but i had to dump him because he stole my inspiration of bent clock*~* …. who...

Snow on one side of the canvas, silence on the other. I’d call that a perfect painting.

It’s often about the simple things, isn’t it? Painting and photography are first about seeing, they say. Writing is about observing. Technique is secondary. Sometimes the simple is the most difficult.

The painter is not simply someone who looks and who sees. Above all, the artist is someone who exposes a personal vision by rendering it visible. The painter shows or allows the seeing of “something”...

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

Elle n’avait jamais vraiment aimé les impressionnistes. Elle trouvait qu’ils manquaient d’outrance, de passion. Seul Renoir, parfois, savait traiter un corps de femme avec ce manque de respect qui lui était dû.

Fortunately for me, I know well enough what I want, and am basically utterly indifferent to the criticism that I work to hurriedly. In answer to that, I have done some things even more hurriedly...

It is really surprising what may be done in the home with a small can of paint, if you aren’t careful.

My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school. In kindergarten, they sent me home because I couldn’t do finger painting in my dress.

Painting isn’t his primary job, and, he’s only been doing it for 19 months.

A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, and some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people

This is how he came out: he floated into the air high above the sleeping forest, his green hat spinning a few feet above his head. In his hand was the open suitcase and out...

Revolution is not a dinner party, not an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery; it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, politely, plainly and modestly.

An art prodigy of the 21st century has yet to be crowned. Or have they?

It was an unforgettable painting; it set a dense golden halo of light round the most trivial of moments, so that the moment, and all such moments, could never be completely trivial again.

Telle une pierre philosophale, l’authenticité semble ainsi avoir le pouvoir de transformer en or l’assemblage de toile et de pigments que constitue un tableau.

Outline of your frameMy paper witness your silhouetteSipping in coffeeMy muse, my Juliet.Afternoon spent,In hungry desiresEnding with a kissOn your coffee lips.

…A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.

As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.

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

I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.

Dr Sass…maintained that in paradise, until the time of the fall, the whole world was flat, the back-curtain of the Lord, and that it was the devil who invented a third dimension. Thus are the...

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.

Love is an art, Berk. Just like painting or music. Some painters draw mere lines, scratches on the canvas and call them art; some paint stars studded skies like van Gogh; or Chopin’s music conquers...

How do you know when you’ve finished making love?

Good painting is the kind that looks like sculpture.

I did painting before I did photography.

The more I drive myself into the depth of my inside, the more things come up to my vision, visibly or invisibly… I even do not know if I am seeing them with my eye...

Together kabobs make the world better than all the Bobs combined. Well, at least ever since Bob Ross moved on to the land of the happy trees.

All great art is praise.

The subtle hues of gold and yellow and the fresh greens and the pepper red seemed to spiral into a kaleidoscope of shapes and forms that made the tips of a person’s toes tingle, so...

You have to know how to be vulgar. Paint with four-letter words.

When a seed sprouts, it’s a violent process. The skin breaks and splits in two. Something dies and something is born. Anytime you paint a strong or violent image, you may be expressing that part...

I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at...

Perhaps we painted on our own skin, with ochre and charcoal, long before we painted on stone.

They were both young men under thirty. Art is not so precocious as literature, and does not send quite so many early potatoes into the market, so that the age of thirty is considered young...

How’s my mom? My mother’s well, like a painting—a Motherwell.

SELF PORTRAIT: Throwing Armfuls of Air into the Air

When Lisa told me she used to be a figure skater, I understood her painting.

The visual arts will one day be king. The pop stars and celebrities soon to be forgotten.

It has been my personal experience that as I allow the painting to speak I become lost, it is delicious and at the same time frightening. The best ones, to me, have a life of...