#draw

I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies. ↗

— Le Corbusier

#faster #i #leaves #less #lies

Instead of chasing the idea of truth, what we should be doing is embracing the medium of drawing and using it for a purpose that fulfils our needs as an artist or designer. ↗

— Peter Stanyer

#artist #design #drawing #truth #art

The painter must give a completely free rein to any feeling or sensations he may have and reject nothing to which he is naturally drawn. ↗

— Lucian Freud

#completely #drawn #feeling #free #give

It taught me that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#drawing #art

THIS IS MY LIFE. When I'm sad, I draw, I sing, I dance, I write, I read. When I'm happy, I draw, I sing, I dance, I write, I read. When I'm blank, I draw, I sing, I dance, I write, I read. ↗

— Olivia Sinaga

#dance #draw #happy #life #live

Hey Rid?" She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more then a shark could help being a shark, but if she could... "Yeah, Shrinky Dink?" "You're not all bad." She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm just drawn that way. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#drawn-that-way #beauty

Drawing things makes them seem more real and makes me feel more alive. It also makes me pin down and remember things - landscapes, season, weather, occasions, incidents, people - that would otherwise have melted from my memory. ↗

— David Gentleman

#memory #beauty

If I were to draw, I would apply myself only to studying the form of inanimate objects," I said somewhat imperiously, because I wanted to change the subjects and also because a natural inclination does truly lead me to recognise my moods in the motionless suffering of things. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#introspection #moods #suffering #change

I concentrated on his eyes and his facial expression. Those said a lot about a person. I’d noticed that his eyes changed color based on his mood. Right now they were a true clear green, which meant he was happy. When his eyes turned cloudy with a mix of gray, he was angry. But my favorite shade was clear dark green, the color of his eyes when he’d just kissed me. Eyes only told part of the story. Drawing a portrait could be like looking at a person’s soul, when done right. ↗

— Marysue G. Hobika

#romance #change

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think. ↗

— Ellis Peters

#beer #confession #courage #drinking #quietness