The devil is not as black as he is painted.
My grandmother I admired even more [than mother]. She was an Irish lady and a very kind-hearted person. She had a lot of talent, she painted extremely well. She was quite a strong factor in my life.
Sometimes it made him [Degas] furious that he could not find a chink in my armor, and there would be months when we just could not see each other, and then something I painted would bring us together again.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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.
Until then I had lived as I had painted and versified - that is, I never got far beyond priming canvas, beyond penning an outline, a first act, a first stanza. There are simply people who start all sorts of things and yet never finish any of them. And that was the kind of person I was.
The land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by
I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.
My father painted, well into his 80s, what he called hard edge abstractions. It's really cool.
Do not turn your back on anyone. You may be painted on one side only.
When an artist paints a picture he does not want you to consider his personality as represented in that picture - he wants you to look at the beauty of that picture. No one cares who has painted the picture as long as it is beautiful.
Eloquence is a painting of thought; and thus those who, after having painted it, add something more, make a picture instead of a portrait.
To an art historian a Giotto is a 14th Century painting. To an artist it was painted yesterday. We free ourselves from the past when we see it freshly.
I could not paint at all if I had to paint slowly. Every effect is so transient, it must be rapidly painted.
We don't know anything about Scottish history. All we know is that an American guy painted his face blue and somehow they won.
The orthodox faith painted God as a revengeful being, and yet people talk about loving such a being.
Nothing is as uplifting as standing before a great painting whether it was painted in 1505 or last Tuesday.
Sometimes, at a certain point, the painting seems to have painted itself without my help - what I have called the 'eureka' moment when a sudden daring intervention has worked a miracle.
It's impossible to predict which paintings will last and which won't. In New Orleans I painted on a dilapidated shop in a street littered with abandoned cars and rotting mattresses, then two hours later the piece was gone. It turned out I'd picked the side of a crack house and the proprietor didn't like the attention.
Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious. When you're conscious and writing from a place of insight and simplicity and real caring about the truth, you have the ability to throw the lights on for your reader. He or she will recognize his or her life and truth in what you say, in the pictures you have painted, and this decreases the terrible sense of isolation that we have all had too much of.