#painter

I'm reading a book about Romaine Brooks, a wonderful painter from early in the last century. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#book #brooks #century #early #i

It's a marvellous life, a gregarious life that we've had. We're very lucky in that way. Unlike writers or painters, we don't sit down in front of a blank canvas and say, 'How do I start? Where do I start?' ↗

— Albert Finney

#blank canvas #canvas #down #front #gregarious

Hands are the tool of the painter, the artist. ↗

— Agnes Varda

#hands #painter #tool

The biggest spur to my interest in art came when I played van Gogh in the biographical film Lust For Life. The role affected me deeply. I was haunted by this talented genius who took his own life, thinking he was a failure. How terrible to paint pictures and feel that no one wants them. How awful it would be to write music that no one wants to hear. Books that no one wants to read. And how would you like to be an actor with no part to play, and no audience to watch you. Poor Vincent—he wrestled with his soul in the wheat field of Auvers-sur-Oise, stacks of his unsold paintings collecting dust in his brother's house. It was all too much for him, and he pulled the trigger and ended it all. My heart ached for van Gogh the afternoon that I played that scene. As I write this, I look up at a poster of his "Irises"—a poster from the Getty Museum. It's a beautiful piece of art with one white iris sticking up among a field of blue ones. They paid a fortune for it, reportedly $53 million. And poor Vincent, in his lifetime, sold only one painting for 400 francs or $80 dollars today. This is what stimulated my interest in buying works of art from living artists. I want them to know while they are alive that I enjoy their paintings hanging on my walls, or their sculptures decorating my garden ↗

— Kirk Douglas

#appreciation #art #books #iris #irises

I have tried to preserve in my relationship to the film the same closeness and intimacy that exists between a painter and his canvas. ↗

— Norman McLaren

#canvas #closeness #exists #film #his

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. ↗

— Grandma Moses

#brain #day #forward #history #hope

Bowie is a musician, but he works like a painter. Thom always thought that we should aspire to that. ↗

— Ed O'Brien

#aspire #bowie #like #musician #painter

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist. ↗

— Pablo Picasso

#everyone #exist #face #front #himself

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero. ↗

— Pablo Picasso

#become #begin #boy #child #childhood

Every good painter paints what he is. ↗

— Jackson Pollock

#every #good #painter #paints