Only the series of colors on the canvas with all their power and vibrancy could, in combination with each other, render the chromatic feeling of that landscape.
The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.
I am also an artist. I have the whole world as my canvas. I paint souls.
White. A blank page or canvas. So many possibilities.
As a creative person, you want to start with a blank canvas.
Light - dews - breezes - bloom - and freshness; not one of which. . . has yet been perfected on the canvas of any painter in the world.
An empty canvas is a living wonder — far lovelier than certain pictures.
Put a colour upon a canvas - it not only colours with that colour the part of the canvas to which the colour has been applied, but it also colours the surrounding space with the complementary.
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I ought to respect myself for my friends' sake, and my children's. It is time, at fifty-six, to begin, at least, to know oneself, - and I do know what I am not, and your regard for me has at least awakened me to believe in the possibility that I may yet make some impression with my "light" - my "dews" - my "breezes" - my bloom and freshness, - no one of which qualities has yet been perfected on the canvas of any painter in the world.
I never know what I'm going to put on the canvas. The canvas paints itself. I'm just the middleman.
I am the first to be surprised and often terrified by the images that I see appear on my canvas.
Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.
You put a blob of yellow here, and another at the further edge of the canvas: straight away a rapport is established between them. Colour acts in the way that music does.
I always tell the younger filmmakers and students: Do it like the painters used to. . . Study they old masters. Enrich your palette. Expand the canvas. There's always so much more to learn.
Every canvas is a journey all its own.
A truly poetic canvas is an awakened dream.
The minute I sat in front of a canvas I was happy. Because it was a world, and I could do what I liked in it.
Subject becoming less relevant, each painting having a life of its own, each stroke leading to the next. It is more about the connection of body and spirit to canvas, over mind to canvas.
I am not concerned with simply surviving. I am very concerned about improving. I start each day by examining yesterday's work and looking for areas where I can improve. I am always trying to draw the characters better, and trying to design each panel somewhat in the manner a painter would treat his canvas.