When you're not a mom, you can get up in the middle of the night, paint, sleep all morning. . . you can't do that when you have two children!
He (Thomas) is our best post-up player and now we will have to be more active in the paint. I think we can hold it down, but we will miss him though.
When I first painted a number of canvases grey all over (about eight years ago), I did so because I did not know what to paint, or what there might be to paint: so wretched a start could lead to nothing meaningful. As time went on, however, I observed differences of quality among the grey surfaces - and also that these betrayed nothing of the destructive motivation that lay behind them. The pictures began to teach me. By generalizing a personal dilemma, they resolved it.
You curl your hair and paint your face. Not I: I am curled by the wind, painted by the sun.
When you paint Spring, do not paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots - just paint Spring.
I can draw really well. And I like to paint. I'm a bit of an artist.
Those who are compelled to paint by force, without being in the necessary mood, can produce only ungainly works, because this profession requires an unruffled temper.
My method is subtraction. I use erasers to make the images in my paintings. You really have to see it to fully get it, but it is basically erasing shapes from a background of paint.
Although I still occasionally paint and draw, my life has now been shaped by my writing.
Never paint your wife or your mother.
How could anyone not want to live when there were so many things to live for? There were rainy nights and wind and the slap of the sea and the moon. There were books to read and pictures to paint and music.
To an artist, a picture is both a sum of ideas and a blurry memory of 'pushing paint,' breathing fumes, dripping oils and wiping brushes, smearing and diluting and mixing.
One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.
Anybody out there who is a parent, if your kids want to paint their bedrooms,as a favor to me, let them do it. It'll be OK.
Daumier paints with an enormous capacity for absolute empathy; a complete identification of himself with the figures he paints. He sets forth what it feels like to do something; not what somebody looks like doing it.
It is the only point of getting up every morning: to paint, to make something good, to make something even better than before, not to give up, to compete, to be ambitious.
I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.
In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.
Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.
I don't think it's possible to write a good play or paint a good picture and be a good Republican.