You have the clean canvas of a whole week before you. Paint well.
I do what I do out of pure enjoyment. Hopefully, nobody does it better. There's a beauty to making a great deal. It's my canvas. And I like painting it.
I believe I have had the most trouble with a portrait which I painted in installments - the head on one canvas and the bust on another.
I see the canvas and I begin. . . It's a necessary evil to get into the work, and it's pretty marvelous to be able to get out of it.
Women are not in love with me but with the picture of me on the screen. I am merely the canvas upon which the women paint their dreams.
Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
If I were to sign it now, I'd be committing forgery. I'd be putting my 1943 signature on a canvas painted in 1922.
I am not concerned with simply surviving. I am very concerned about improving. I start each day by examining yesterday's work and looking for areas where I can improve. I am always trying to draw the characters better, and trying to design each panel somewhat in the manner a painter would treat his canvas.
He made his colours, built his stretchers, plastered his canvas, painted his pictures, carpentered his frames, and painted them. 'Too bad I can't buy my own pictures,' he murmured aloud. 'Then I'd be completely self-sufficient. '
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
A blank canvas. . . has unlimited possibilities.
I'm not videotaping my life, but in a way I am trying to put certain things about myself on canvas.
I advance all of my canvas at one time.
If being original means having to throw paint in front of a jet turbine to hit a canvas 50 ft away then lets not be original.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
The ancestors of printed comics drew, painted and carved their time-paths from beginning to end, without interruption,. . . the infinite canvas.
The future is an empty canvas or a blank sheet of paper, and if you have the courage of your own thought and your own observation you can make of it what you will
My skin is my canvas. The artwork on it represents something that is very powerful and meaningful in my life. I look at my skin as something of a living diary because all my tattoos represent a time in my life. And I never wish to shut the door on the past, so I carry it all with me.
No one would want to pay a penny for an empty canvas by me. But it would be quite another if the empty canvas were signed by a great artist. I would be surprised if an empty canvas by Picasso or Matisse signed and inscribed with the words, 'I wanted to paint such and such on this canvas, but did not do so,' would not fetch thousands. . . After all, with an empty canvas, the possibilities are limitless, and so perhaps is the cash.
As ships becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail, at dawn of day Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried.