Nothing is as uplifting as standing before a great painting whether it was painted in 1505 or last Tuesday.
I could not paint at all if I had to paint slowly. Every effect is so transient, it must be rapidly painted.
That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana. " This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.
An object painted upside down is suitable for painting because it is unsuitable as an object.
I flew over all my masks from Sweden, including my first that I bought when I was 15. That was a little while ago so the masks looked a little different. I painted it myself, but actually the way it looks now is not the look it had when I played. I repainted it after I was done using it.
When I started to paint, I painted children because I just felt that I wanted to take their side. What always upset me was how children are getting abused simply because they are physically weaker and not capable of defending themselves - how they get raped, enslaved and killed. I never understood why some people seemed to have fun causing pain to someone smaller.
[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.
How does an artist know when the line that he just painted is good or not good? That's the catch. De Kooning was the greatest of my contemporaries in art, and he knew when he'd done a good line. When he didn't, he threw it away. I wish I'd thrown away some of mine.
In 1958 I finally found a large enough apartment on the Lower East Side, where I reverted to figure painting. I drew and painted quite a lot of figures and nudes. People would come and pose for me.
There is a sense in which a painted stick is a stick in bloom. This stick points to the hidden face of God. Sometimes it points to you.
I've always loved black, and I realized that, from the beginning, man went into completely dark caves to paint. They painted with black too. They could have painted with white because there were white stones all over the ground, but no, they chose to paint with black in the dark.
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
These people in media have a personal attachment to Barack Obama and his presidency and his legacy. And so Trump. . . It's just another of many reasons why Trump has to be diminished, destroyed, impugned, or what have you. But Middle East trip is so phenomenally successful, so phenomenally positive that they can't report it because it doesn't fit with the Trump whom they have painted in the last six or so months. But it's still getting out there.
Many a play is like a painted backdrop, something to be looked at from the front. An Ibsen play is like a black forest, somethingyou can enter, something you can walk about in. There you can lose yourself: you can lose yourself. And once inside, you find such wonderful glades, such beautiful, sunlit places.
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes. I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions-as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
Could five hundred men have painted the Sistine Chapel?
I'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush.
To any writer: Teach yourself to work in uncertainty. Many writers are anxious when they begin, or try something new. Even Matisse painted some of his Fauvist pictures in anxiety. Maybe that helped him to simplify. Character, discipline, negative capability count. Write, complete, revise. If it doesn't work, begin something else.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.