Literature expresses itself by abstractions, whereas painting, by means of drawing and colour, gives concrete shape to sensations and perceptions.
But the whole point of the Sixties was that you had to take people as they were. If you came in with us you left your class, and colour, and religion behind, that was what the Sixties was all about.
Broken crayons still colour the same
If I didn't have a conviction that a serious painter can portray Nature more profoundly than the best colour photography, I'd probably give it all up or go abstract or take up photography.
It is the worst oppression, that is done by colour of justice
astonishing splashes of colour
Makeup is my world, and I know that a little things. . . the right technique, colour or brush. . . can make all the difference.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.
One sits more comfortably on a colour that one likes.
Color is the fruit of life.
In choosing a colour one must realize that it changes in different aspects.
He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' Jem.
Colour is uncontainable. It effortlessly reveals the limits of language and evades our best attempts to impose a rational order on it To work with colour is to become acutely aware of the insufficiency of language and theory – which is both disturbing and pleasurable.
There's this saying: in an all-blue world, colour doesn't exist. . . If something seems strange, you question it; but if the outside world is too distant to use as a comparison then nothing seems strange.
Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.
Colour is always a consequence, never a cause.
His blue eyes were very dark. . . Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.
Your background or colour has nothing to do with your progress, but your endowments are the determining factors
I'm what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.
For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.