We painters use the same license as poets and madmen.
When painters feel the need to make a shift toward self-discovery, they turn to black and white for a time.
I say that good painters imitated nature; but that bad ones vomited it.
My father's parents were carpenters. They were also builders partly. They were painters. And several of them were very, active in the theatre and all such nonsense, you know.
Painters used red like spice
We wouldn't be artists, writers, painters, musicians, if we weren't sensitive.
It is possible that scientists, poets, painters and writers are all members of the same family of people whose gift it is by nature to take those things which we call common-place and to 're-present' them to us - the world - in such ways that our self-imposed limitations are expanded.
The danger, I find, is that you can become too formulaic, like some commissioned portrait painters who develop a methodology.
The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.
Painters understand nature and love it, and teach us to see.
Many Japanese painters and calligraphers would change their names intentionally to keep their relationship to the art always fresh. This way, others' expectations can be avoided.
One learns about painting by looking at and imitating other painters.
Most people who think they can't live up to the great painters of the past, often times have a group of people they think they're better than.
Ill-informed intuition is fantastic - it's what great art is. So really old painters or writers or actors are brilliant, because they've finally reached the point when they can let go of al technique.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
My friends tend to be writers. I think writers and painters are really all the same-we just sit in our rooms.
Every good composition is above all a work of abstraction. All good painters know this. But the painter cannot dispense with subjects altogether without his work suffering impoverishment.
As in the case of painters, who have undertaken to give us a beautiful and graceful figure, which may have some slight blemishes, we do not wish then to pass over such blemishes altogether, nor yet to mark them too prominently. The one would spoil the beauty, and the other destroy the likeness of the picture.
I do not think men have more talent. There are a great many women in the arts; novelists, painters, sculptors, poets-but the proportion is far lower in the field of song writing.
Happy are the painters, for they shall not be lonely.
