#paintings

I was raised in South Carolina; I wasn't aware of any art in South Carolina. There was a minor museum in Charleston, which had nothing of interest in it. It showed local artists, paintings of birds. ↗

— Jasper Johns

#art #artists #aware #birds #carolina

That's why people listen to music or look at paintings. To get in touch with that wholeness. ↗

— Corita Kent

#listen #look #music #paintings #people

It is easy to have a lot of paintings or projects hanging around that are 'almost done.' ↗

— Thomas Kinkade

#around #done #easy #hanging #lot

If I hung one of my paintings next to someone else's, I knew mine would kind of pop off the wall. ↗

— Julian Schnabel

#hung #i #kind #knew #mine

Some say they see poetry in my paintings; I see only science. ↗

— Georges Seurat

#i see #only #paintings #poetry #say

I learn my lines while on the golf course. I try to do two or three things at once. I have ideas for books all the time, I have ideas for paintings all the time, and I write them all down. I take my sketchpad and my iPad, which I design on, and I do sit down and do specific tasks at specific times. ↗

— Jane Seymour

#course #design #down #golf #golf course

I think art is good at looking back and looking forward. I don't think art is good at looking head-on. At the end of the day, people are more important than paintings. ↗

— Damien Hirst

#back #day #end #end of the day #forward

Who's going to ask a painter to see a diploma? They'd say, 'Can I see your paintings?', wouldn't they? ↗

— David Hockney

#diploma #going #i #i see #painter

People are predominant in my paintings. Although they are not obvious, you can feel their presence. ↗

— Ralph Allen

#feel #obvious #paintings #people #predominant

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