It's funny that all these goths paint their faces with such white make-up and that is the actual colour of my skin, I am that pale!
I decided that what I really wanted to do was go off and paint.
It has always bothered me that I don't paint like everyone else
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Ever notice that nothing changes the color of paint like putting it on a wall?
It has bothered me all my life that I do not paint like everybody else.
Most artists look for something fresh to paint; frankly I find that quite boring. For me it is much more exciting to find fresh meaning in something familiar.
If oxen and horses and lions could draw and paint, they would delineate the gods in their own image.
I think the writer's job is to paint the gray because no life is clearly defined.
I want to make beautiful paintings. But I don't make beautiful paintings by putting beautiful paint on a canvas with a beautiful motif. It just doesn't work. I expect my paintings to be strong and surprising.
I can assure you that it feels even stranger to me than it probably does to you to have seen so much written about me when I have done so little to paint a picture of myself.
I had the desire to paint the figure without actually painting the figure.
There's no one on the island telling them they're not good enough, so they just go ahead and sing and paint and write.
A background can be painted in the same range of values as the foreground by reversing the light effect. In the shadow plane, paint the lights cool and the shadows warm, and in the sunlight plane, paint the lights warm and shadows cool.
My son's a painter. All through school his teachers tell him he's a genius. I tell him to paint me an apple that looks like an apple before he paints me one that doesn't. Go where you can go, but start from someplace recognizable.
People were very affected by the war. But it didn't mean you stopped painting unless you were called into the Army; then you just couldn't paint. But otherwise one continued.
The paint has a skin to it, here taut and glossy, there wrinkled, abraded, scarred. It is pierced, abraded, scraped. A line drawn through it will go through half a dozen states, from the furry bloom of crusted charcoal to a blind furrow, cutting a channel in to soft paint below.
You curl your hair and paint your face. Not I: I am curled by the wind, painted by the sun.
I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me.
If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!