Every picture paints a thousand words and that one said 'goodbye'
It is not sufficient that what one paints should be made visible. It must be made tangible.
I'm not some kind of machine that paints pictures.
I think that the song, the song "Stand By Me" is one of those songs that. . . and someone asked me, what was you thinking about or what was you feeling about? It's something that, songwriters just write songs. It's like an artist that paints. They paint what they feel. It's not, it's not about how many of these painting I'll sell it's just how they feel at the moment. And that's how I wrote "Stand By Me".
Add it all up, and some prominent Obama supporters are now saying that it paints a picture of an opposition driven, in part, by a refusal to accept a black President.
My father is a well known artist, Ted Dyer, who has been painting for many years. Our work is very different, but growing up surrounded by paintings, paints, easels and art books does have an effect.
No one can ever take my job away from me. I can always draw as long as I have a piece of paper and a pencil or paints.
I think beauty comes from within, and society paints a ridiculous picture.
I was always doing paintings. I actually started painting with oil paints when I was four years old. Not crayons, not pencils and that kid of stuff. I'd paint birds. Anything that moved, stuff like that.
Every picture one paints involves not painting others.
You can never have enough guitars. It's like women and shoes. . . it's nice to have different paints on your palette.
The remarks about my reaching the age of Social Security and coming to the end of the road, they jolted me. And that was good. Because I sure as hell had no intention of just sitting around for the rest of my life. So I'd whip out the paints and really go to it.
Imagination paints a charming view of the future, conveniently adapted to the demands of our current emotion.
The mind paints before the brush.
Picasso says that an artists paints not to ask a question but because he has found something and he wants to share—he cannot help it—what he has found.
It's a funny semantic turn - when someone paints a landscape, no one says they "borrowed" it, only that they painted it.
A painter is a man who paints what he sells; an artist, on the other hand, is a man who sells what he paints.
When an artist paints a picture he does not want you to consider his personality as represented in that picture - he wants you to look at the beauty of that picture. No one cares who has painted the picture as long as it is beautiful.
Passion is what convinced armies that had no chance to win - it's believing that something can happen. Reality is what you make it to be. And when you're the only one who can see the way the future is going to be, you can be the tool that bends, rips, shapes and paints the future the way you want it to be. That's true passion!
The soul paints itself in our machines.