Rock & roll is like a painting. Can great paintings still be done? It depends on who holds the brush.
What people say doesn't really matter. It's best to just brush it off and move on.
Ideas brush past fleeting and insubstantial as moths. But I let them go, I don't want them. What I want is a voice.
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?
When we digital artists talk about painting on the computer, that is exactly what we do. The paints we use are pixels, the brush we use is a pressure sensitive pen. The colors are the same as painters use, and how we get to the final image is the same gut wrenching way.
There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you're faced with somebody whose needs won't be put off.
I do work hard at trying to find the right expression for something, which might be like finding the right image - choosing not only the right words but down to the right number of lines. I remember being in Maine once at Colby College with Alex Katz. It houses hundreds of his works. There was a painting of just one seagull against a blue sky. I was admiring it and Alex said, "45 brush strokes exactly. "
Take your brush here and there like a bee in an alpine meadow. In other words, don't laboriously work on or try to finish off one particular part. Paint promiscuously.
I've learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Why you would want to look any horse the mouth considering how infrequently they brush is beyond me.
If people are going to write bad things about me because it makes news, I can brush it aside because I've had this for 10 years. I'm big enough and strong enough to cope with it. It's what comes with being Alan Shearer.
Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.
With the brush we merely tint, while the imagination alone produces colour.
Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.
You can fix it as soon as you get up - you brush and use mouthwash - but there’s something about knowing you woke up with hot-mothball mouth that makes you feel old. I think God designed our mouths to die first to help us slowly transition to the grave.
Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but. . . Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. " Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house. " And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.
Just as the painter thinks with his brush and paints the novelist thinks with his story.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
I have improved the way in which I paint. The colours are cleaner and there is more energy in the brush work.
If you look at me, basically my whole entire life I've been around water. So when you look at a stat like, "If you leave the faucet running for two minutes while you brush your teeth you waste four gallons of water," to me that's mind-blowing. There are so many people that don't even have access to clean water, and people leave their faucets running. For me it was something that fit with things that I believe in.
