#paint

But painting can be too lonely... I like being with people too much to have ever made that my life's work. ↗

— Marie Windsor

#ever #i #life #like #lonely

It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it. ↗

— Steven Wright

#paint #small #want #world

I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious. ↗

— Andrew Wyeth

#i #i do #i dream #lot #more

Dwight is a sad clown. You've seen those paintings of sad clown. ↗

— Rainn Wilson

#dwight #paintings #sad #seen #those

On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#painting #river #death

Your paintings are staggeringly beautiful. Did I ever tell you that,or was I just too concerned that you weren't going to earn a living? I know the answer...I worried that the paint was so thickly applied that it might snap off and ruin someone's carpet, rather than realizing that you'd made color itself tactile. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#color #paint #art

I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour? Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances. I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted. I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#color #colour #painting #red #art

For all the pain you suffered, my mama. For all the torment of your past and future years, my mama. For all the anguish this picture of pain will cause you. For the unspeakable mystery that brings good fathers and sons into the world and lets a mother watch them tear at each other’s throats. For the Master of the Universe, whose suffering world I do not comprehend. For dreams of horror, for nights of waiting, for memories of death, for the love I have for you, for all the things I remember, and for all the things I should remember but have forgotten, for all these I created this painting—an observant Jew working on a crucifixion because there was no aesthetic mold in his own religious tradition into which he could pour a painting of ultimate anguish and torment. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#asher-lev #hasidic #hasidic-judaism #jew #jewish

With cold eyes and indifferent mind the spectators regard the work. Connoissers admire the "skill" (as one admires a tightrope walker), enjoy the "quality of painting" (as one enjoys a pasty). But hungry souls go hungry away. The vulgar herd stroll through the rooms and pronounce the pictures "nice" or "splendid." Those who could speak have said nothing, those who could hear have heard nothing. ↗

— Wassily Kandinsky

#artists #creativity #imagination #inventiveness #originality

I have never subscribed to the Dirty Pallet school of painting. ↗

— Peter Wright

#i #never #painting #pallet #school