#painting

Now I'm a painter. That was another opportunity I was able to pursue, I've been painting all my life, now it's become a second career because of my success in the movies. ↗

— Tony Curtis

#another #because #become #been #career

I was painting sets, working in editorial as an assistant, driving their trucks, lying that I knew how to drive a truck, and doing commercials and documentaries. ↗

— Richard Donner

#commercials #documentaries #doing #drive #driving

[I]t was [Barnett] Newman who made the famously wry remark, “Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds, ↗

— Ross Wetzsteon

#art #artist #barnett-newman #painting #art

Reflections, Musings and reviewing personal experiences through different angles of light... What is inside us is out there as well. (Zoltan Galos) ↗

— ZJ Galos

#experience

I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the way a hand looked when it was relaxed. Loved the way a woman looked when she touched her own face. The way a man looked when he opened himself to her. Loved the way wind changed a tree or a field or a child’s hair. The beauty of a neck meeting a shoulder. The softness of a smile that wasn’t forced. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #college-application #creativity #dating #glass-girl

I haven't the slightest idea what art is, but to be a painter is something of which you have to prove. ↗

— Wayne Thiebaud

#painter #painting #art

A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world. ↗

— Edmond de Goncourt

#else #hears #more #museum #opinions

If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting. ↗

— Peter Shaffer

#new #new york #oil #painting #watercolor

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#home #house #imprisoned #memories #paintings

To reach the farthest chamber of Lascaux, it's likely a man had to snuff out his light, lower himself down a shaft with a rope made of twisted fibers, and then rekindle his lamp in the dark so as to draw the woolly rhinoceros, the half horse, and the raging bison there. A long spear transfixes that bison, and entrails pour from its side. Beneath its front hooves lies the one painted man in all of Lascaux: prone, spindly wounded, disguised behind a bird mask. And below him, until its discovery in 196o, lay a spoon-shaped lamp carved of red sandstone ... Hold it again as it once was held, and the animals will emerge out of darkness as you pass. Nothing stays still. Shadows nestle in the cavities; a flicker of light across pale protruding rock turns a hoof or raises a head. One shape recedes as another emerges, and everything lingers in the imagination. ↗

— Jane Brox

#light #imagination