Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art.
No one painted a more accurate picture of military depredation than Vergil. Inspired though he was by the Latin spirit and by his pride in Rome, he nevertheless glorified Rome’s true mission as one of providing the world with the rules of peace and justice.
And I started with this: I have not painted at all my childhood. In fact, I never painted. But I helped my father who was a house painter and decorative painter. He made stage sets, he made glass paintings, he made everything.
A beautiful woman can be painted as a totem only; not as a woman, but as a Madonna, a queen, a sphinx.
I might have painted myself into a bit of a corner doing all these big, serious David Lean-esque movies.
I played in bands very very young. I painted; I did photography, all kinds of things.
I started looking into horse history books and came across the actual story of this half-breed endurance horseman and his painted mustang Hidalgo. I wasn’t really sure if I was going to do the movie at that point.
I would never have dreamt that I would live in this country and that we would see swastikas painted at the door of a psychology professor at Columbia University.
A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.
If no one ever took risks, Michaelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor.
Dancers are a work of art – they are the canvas on which their work is painted.
I paint landscapes, figuratives. I painted all my life. In fact, I started as a commercial artist.
To be painted a villain, you have to do something, I guess, evil or something heinous, and I don’t know if I fit that description.
When I was young, I was a sucker for smooth men. Bryan Ferry hired me, at 19, to be painted blue and dress up as a mermaid for the cover of his album ‘Siren.’ It was love at first sight.
I love a cardboard coffin. Both Mummy and Daddy went off in cardboard coffins, painted – Daddy’s was rifle green. Beautifully made.
I knew my focus was going to be somewhere in the arts. I’ve always painted. I’ve always sung. I didn’t know when or how it was going to happen – or what it was going to be.
When you think of the typical Teach For America corps member, soldiers and ex-bankers are probably not the people who come to mind. In fact, there is no such thing as a typical corps member. They can’t be neatly pigeonholed or painted with a broad brush.
The Republicans have kind of painted themselves into a kind of a real demographic corner, if you will.
I’d never painted anything before. I was quite content to take other people’s work since I didn’t care anyway about the subject matter. I approached subject matter as a scoundrel. I had nothing to say about it whatsoever. I only wanted to make these exciting paintings.
Eisenhower had about the most expressive face I ever painted, I guess. Just like an actor’s. Very mobile. When he talked, he used all the facial muscles. And he had a great, wide mouth that I liked. When he smiled, it was just like the sun came out.
I always have a good reason for taking something out but I never have one for putting something in. And I don’t want to, because that means that the picture is being painted predigested.
The most romantic thing I ever did to my woman? I painted her toenails!
I think the best way to view the Gospels is to view them as a magnificent portrait being painted by Jewish artists to try to capture the essence of a God experience that they believe they had with Jesus of Nazareth.
At first, I was able to use a Bunsen burner attached to my mother’s gas stove, but the use of the kitchen as a laboratory came to an abrupt end when a minor explosion involving hydrogen sulphide spattered the newly painted decor and changed the colour from blue to dirty green!
Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
Don’t put needless expense into painting a head! Don’t try to match tints! Rose and pearly colours blend into each other so that no one can unite them if painted separately. Keep the impression of your subject as one thing!
Actually, it doesn’t matter to the papers why you left Glasgow. They never look at the roots of the problems you had, and you simply end up being painted as un-nationalistic.
The scenarios of biological or chemical warfare painted in detail by the American media during the months after September 11 only betray the inability of the government to determine the magnitude of the danger.
I mowed yards with my grandpa at $10 a pop for awhile. I painted numbers on curbs. I cleaned swimming pools. I usually did all of that over the summer, and then I’d continue to do the yard part during the year as I went to school.
Pollock really invented something. No one painted like him – or de Kooning or Still.
I often get painted as the guy who’s trying to tell other people what to make and what to like, and that’s really not my goal, but I believe so passionately that games can be more than a lot of people think they can.
I began painting well before I started doing comedy. In fact, when I came out of the war in 1946, I enrolled in art school in Dayton, Ohio. I painted for three years, and then show business took hold.
I have painted gods, and goddesses too, and my favourite is Ganesha and Radha Krishna.
It’s like suddenly the canvas of my life has been cleared, and a completely new picture is painted. That’s how I’ve been feeling ever since ‘Sacred Games’ was streamed.
Most superheroes are painted with a specific moral objective that makes them who they are. And that moral objective influences everything they do, so there’s an expectation for what you’re going to see out of a certain character.
I painted my pantry door with Rust-Oleum chalkboard paint months ago because I wanted my kitchen to look like a fancy pub. Working from home has made that chalkboard a necessity. Its where I write my grocery lists and recipe notes and daily to-dos.
I’ve noticed that wherever I’ve lived, I’ve either painted murals or done something sort of ridiculously over the top to make a space my own.
I painted. I wanted to be a painter. I sang.
I remember that I wanted the Razor scooter, and my dad went to the garage, spent one or two days, and built one out of wood and painted it with the Colombian colors.
I am an optimist. I believe the future is bright. I think people who see life painted in dark colors are the ones who do not take ownership.
All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.
The only reason I would stay away from a period piece is because sometimes the women are painted in a very stereotypical weakling, wallflower way – that’s something I don’t want to do. I want to show strength in the women I play, and a journey of some sort.
An A’s fan made me a Darth Vader helmet but painted in A’s colors.
What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn’t everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.
I’ve had a lifelong love affair with makeup. When I was a little girl, I used to take my mother’s makeup and paint all of my dolls’ faces, and I even painted the dog’s face!
By making pictures, you learn the many different properties of photography. I use those properties differently than, say, an advertising agency would, but we’re both operating in the same reality. A face painted by Picasso occupies the same reality as a portrait by Stieglitz.
Compared with my brother, I always felt like Richard III, some clever humpbacked thing who surpassed him in the end. He was the one who read books, but I became the writer. He painted and drew, but I was the one who got accepted by the High School of Music and Art.
I do wish that reviews were less like book reports. There was an era when reviewers had something to say about a book: when they painted context and drew conclusions. Many reviews these days are little more than plot summary.
I thought maybe I could become like the next Van Gogh. I bought a sunflower and painted it, and it looked like the work of a 6-year-old.
A catcher must want to catch. He must make up his mind that it isn’t the terrible job it is painted, and that he isn’t going to say every day, ‘Why, oh why with so many other positions in baseball did I take up this one.’
My work isn’t overtly political, although it is sometimes painted in places where I don’t have permission to paint, so that could be construed as a political statement.
Compared to overdeveloped islands like Nassau, Bimini has kept its original charm. Walk the streets to see colorfully painted houses, funky shops, and trade greetings with friendly Biminites.
Mourning Ruby is not a flat landscape: it is more like a box with pictures painted on every face. And each face is also a door which opens, I hope, to take the reader deep into the book.
