I'll take anything and slap it on a canvas.
The genius of Man in our time has gone into jet-propulsion, atom-splitting, penicillin-curing, etc. There is left none over for works of imagination; of spiritual insight or mystical enlightenment. I asked for bread and was given a tranquilizer. It is important to recognize that in our time man has not written one word, thought one thought, put two notes or two bricks together, splashed color on to canvas or concrete into space, in a manner which will be of any conceivable imaginative interest to posterity.
In the anxiety to get beautiful colour harmony do not exhaust all combinations on one canvas.
Maybe the given person, cup, or landscape is lost before one gets to painting. A figure exerts a continuing and unspecified influence on a painting as the canvas develops. The represented forms are loaded with psychological feeling. It can't ever just be painting.
Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.
To end up with a canvas that is no less beautiful than the empty canvas is to begin with.
Life is a big ol' canvas. And you have every combination of colors to paint with.
Fantasy is the only canvas large enough for me to paint on.
Just as hundreds of brushstrokes comprised a finished canvas, people were made up of a lifetime of experiences, both good and bad. And without knowing what someone had endured, it was impossible to truly know them - and accept them - for who they were.
The bigger the canvas, the better I do. I'm not so good at understated, kitchen-sink kinds of parts.
No matter what the illusion created, it is a flat canvas and it has to be organized into shapes.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
I love the idea of renaissance. If my career is like painting a canvas, I want to have as many different colors in there as I can.
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.
Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.
The Balopticon [a machine that projects photos on canvas to trace the lines] is an evil, inartistic, habit-forming, lazy and vicious machine! It also is a useful, time-saving, practical and helpful one. I use one often-and am thoroughly ashamed of it. I hide it whenever I hear people coming.
Cover the canvas at the first go, and then work on till you see nothing more to add. . . Don't proceed according to rules and principles, but paint what you observe and feel. Paint generously and unhesitatingly, for it is best not to lose the first impression.
Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the truly passionate painter who dares-and who has once broken the spell of 'you can't. '
When I have a day off, I won't spend it at a Hollywood party. I'd rather be at home with paints and a blank canvas.
An empty canvas, apparently really empty, that says nothing and is without significance – almost dull, in fact – in reality, is crammed with thousands of undertone tensions and full of expectancy. Slightly apprehensive lest it should be outraged.