Could five hundred men have painted the Sistine Chapel?
The past is only so heroic as we see it. It is the canvas on which our idea of heroism is painted, and so, in one sense, the dim prospectus of our future field.
I try not to make plans. God always laughs at your plans. I’m going to keep the door open, and keep the page blank, and see what gets painted upon it.
God's grace is painted on the canvas of despair.
Nothing is as uplifting as standing before a great painting whether it was painted in 1505 or last Tuesday.
René of Anjou [(1409-80)] painted a picture of his mistress's corpse as he found it eaten by worms on having it [her tomb] openedon his return from a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. This [is] another instance of the strange mixture of religion and gallantry in those ages.
I don't have the same restrictions that other people do because I never painted myself into a corner. I've always done things that didn't necessarily fit the form. I've never felt limited in that respect in terms of songwriting.
You curl your hair and paint your face. Not I: I am curled by the wind, painted by the sun.
Tell people an invisible man in the sky created all things, they believe you. Tell them what you've painted is wet, they have to touch it to believe.
In the average European oil painting of the nude the principal protagonist is never painted. He is the spectator in front of the picture and he is presumed to be a man.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
In a painting, you can't make out whether the artist painted the left eye before the right eye. In Chinese calligraphy, you can see the progression of the artist's stroke.
Such compositions, line and color ideas, such wonders come into my mind and have stuck! - They will this time be dismissed only by being painted out.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
I was trying to put myself in a bottle that would one day wash up on the beach for my children. If I were a painter, I would have painted for them. If I were a musician, I would have composed music. But I am a lecturer. So I lectured.
I want my paintings to give the viewer a true sense of reality - that includes but is not limited to depth, scale and a tactile surface as well as the real sense of what the subject looks like and is feeling at the time that I painted them. There should be a discourse between the viewer and the subject, to feel as though they are in a way connected. My goal is not to set a narrative but rather to have the viewer bring their own experiences to the painting and the subject as they would if they had seen the subject on the street in real life.