Words matter. These are the best Gary Hume Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
My desire to be an artist really came out of being broke and unemployed and incapable of holding a job down. That’s what it was driven by for sure.
I think Picasso is more feminine than Matisse.
It’s not part of my ambition to become fabulously rich. My plan was always to make my pictures, and hopefully people would buy them, and then I’d buy a studio, buy a house, help friends out, do bits and bobs – but I’ve no idea after that.
Small paintings can be fantastic. But you can’t often get a narrative out of a small painting. In any case, museums are huge places, and you want to take up some space.
I got a job as an assistant film editor, which lasted for a few years, but I found writing incredibly difficult, and I thought, ‘How am I going to make a film if I can’t write?’ I didn’t really comprehend that someone else would do that bit.
I have to go with what the painting says to me. The painting is always informing me. I’m its servant; it’s not mine. I’m doing what it wants.
Now, I love painting. I love looking. I love the fact that they don’t move. They constantly change with the light. They are sort of patient.
I have to take it as a given that I have got a certain ability to do something. I can be an artist, which is take something and transform it into another thing. I can just see something, and I can see my painting.
I’m probably creative for half an hour a day. The rest of the time, I’m just doing what’s necessary to make that creativity visible.
The surface is all you get of me.
I like things that are just about to go. Everything’s leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can’t help but be in it.
I don’t vote. I voted Labour once, in that moment of euphoria. I know that if people only made a voice for change, then change will happen, but I’m not that person. I’m painting pictures.
I do think you get lonelier and lonelier being an artist as you get older.
I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle.
My mum always liked poetry, and she had pictures on the wall, so there was this visual stuff around.