When you’re not a mom, you can get up in the middle of the night, paint, sleep all morning… you can’t do that when you have two children!
When I write, I feel that I’m writing with my intellect. When I paint, I think it’s some other force making me paint. I – as I wrote in my novel ‘My Name is Red’ – watch with amazement what my hand is doing on the paper, what kind of line, what kind of strange, beautiful thing it’s doing in spite of my will, so to speak.
When I got my first loft, I still didn’t know what I was going to paint… There were long stretches when I just sat there and thought without interruption.
To paint comic books as childish and illiterate is lazy. A lot of comic books are very literate – unlike most films.
When I am on a long run in a play, I’m not sure how I would fill the days if I did not paint or write. On a basic level, it just stops me going crazy.
I really enjoy squeezing out a big lump of paint directly onto the canvas and leaving it; fresh, immediate and sometimes shocking.
I grew up wanting to be a painter and paint pictures.
If you’re going to paint extremely, you need a big piece of canvas.
I paint for the sheer joy of painting. I have never sold any of my paintings. I’d rather give them to people for free.
We rarely see cisgender heterosexual men in positions where they’re nurturers. We only paint femmes, trans women, and cis women as nurturers, and because of toxic masculinity, men are taught not to be that way.
I’m a pretty good drawer. I have trouble painting because you literally have to wait for the paint to dry. I’m disciplined, but I’m not patient.
I live in Rome and five minutes from my flat is a church where you can walk in and see this beautiful Caravaggio. Just the way this man uses dark paint: dark to create dark to create dark, the layering of the darkness in his work. I just race home: I want to create!
Everyone was messaging me like, ‘Yo, ‘Rubbin Off the Paint’ goes hard.’ Everybody in school knew it. The teachers know my song.
I love to paint.
When our daughter was born, a light went on for me – there was more to life than what I was doing. It felt like being famous for being a paint salesman. It wasn’t the dream I was sold on. I’d had enough of it.
I always had that sense of being censored for the things that I thought. Why is it wrong to embroider your pants, or paint with acrylics on your clothing? Why is that weird? Isn’t it weirder to want to be like everyone else?
I started out as an artist, and what I do is verbal paintings. I paint a picture. Hopefully, you’ll see the characters and what they’re doing and what they’re saying.
I’m an artist. And usually when I tell people I’m an artist, they just look at me and say, ‘Do you paint?’ or ‘What kind of medium do you work in?’
Every once in a while I go off to do a movie or a television series and I take my art with me. I can stay in character when I paint.
There’s nothing more superficial to do than to paint a beautiful woman. The most beautiful portraits in art were of ugly women. If you paint Brigitte Bardot, it’s a disaster. Sunsets, you have to stay away from sunsets. You paint a sunset, you are in great danger.
There are over 20 federal agencies that provide some, or all, of the steps in the export process. This can paint a very confusing and intimidating picture for small companies who often don’t have designated export officials or trade representatives on staff to navigate the process for their businesses.
At the drop of a hat, people have begun to take offence. You can’t write, paint, make films without worrying about some faction or other whose ‘sentiments’ will be hurt!
There was no better entrance in history than The Ultimate Warrior. It was the greatest entrance between the music that had that guitar riff, and that face paint, and the tassels, and the gear. It was the greatest!
Jesus lived a life that was full of joy and contradictions and fights, you know? If they were to paint a picture of Jesus without contradictions, the gospels would be fake, but the contradictions are a sign of authenticity.
I was a daughterless mother. I had nowhere to put the things a mother places on her daughter. The nail polish I used to paint our toenails hardened. Our favorite videos gathered dust. Her small apron was in a box in the attic. Her shoes – the sparkly ones, the leopard rain boots, the ballet slippers – stood in a corner.
I don’t paint to live, I live to paint.
I don’t know what my label is. I just think of myself as a plain forward. I like to think I have some finesse to my game, but inside the paint is where men are made. If you can’t play there, you should be home with your mama.
I question the political judgement of those who would have the nerve to paint Christ white with his obvious African nose, lips and wooly hair.
I like the idea that you can paint something outdoors, and anyone can see it. It’s open to anyone, and people have to deal with it. In the gallery, it’s the same 150 people on the San Francisco art scene. There’s a dynamic on the street that’s definitely more interesting.
Shakespeare’s words paint pictures in glorious colour in my language. They were written by a man whose use of words fits exactly into Xhosa.
The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
A script can just be a blueprint, and you’ve got to go in and build it and color it in and paint it.
Sometimes I see it and then paint it. Other times I paint it and then see it. Both are impure situations, and I prefer neither.
Ever since I was a girl, I have written about one to five pages every day – on napkins, on scrap paper, in notebooks and tablets, on the walls in my room as a teenager, and in orange paint on the cheap white plastic blinds in my room.
In science, if you don’t do it, somebody else will. Whereas in art, if Beethoven didn’t compose the ‘Ninth Symphony,’ no one else before or after is going to compose the ‘Ninth Symphony’ that he composed; no one else is going to paint ‘Starry Night’ by van Gogh.
Magic is my paint.
And also the new excitement and variety of ways that the abstract expressionists were applying paint. You could put it on as though it were colored air and it would be painting.
I think if actors are successful at one thing, they paint themselves into a corner sometimes, and what’s the fun in that?
I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.
I said, I don’t want to paint things like Picasso’s women and Matisse’s odalisques lying on couches with pillows. I don’t want to paint people. I want to paint something I have never seen before. I don’t want to make what I’m looking at. I want the fragments.
The more I paint the more I like everything.
As soon as I can afford a studio space, I’ll paint again.
Why a musician loves playing jazz or classical music or what makes them happy, and why an artist likes to paint – it’s so hard to actually put into words what that feeling is of joy that we get, but that is what I get: a feeling of joy when the camera is rolling, even if I’m doing something that is not joyous.
The things that I paint are things that I know very well.
You treat the air as a canvas and the paint is the chords that come through your fingers, out of the keyboard.
What’s fun to me is that we can make movies but we are no longer restricted by this two-hour timeframe. It gives us this bigger canvas to paint on. It opens up all sorts of new storytelling possibilities.
I tried to be a house painter, but I couldn’t stand all that paint all over me.
I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.
Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
When I’m working, I’m pretty busy with that, but when I’m not, yeah, I like to make music. I sing in jazz bars and stuff, and then I mainly paint every day. It’s kind of like a different side of my mind I like to use, and it keeps the other one fresh, and yeah, writing, I’ve been writing with some friends.
It does not matter how badly you paint so long as you don’t paint badly like other people.
You don’t decide to paint. It’s like getting hungry and going to the kitchen to eat. It’s a need, not a choice.
My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.
My core is grime. But I make all kinds of music. Take Picasso. He could paint whatever way he liked. He could do a little ting with a felt tip if he wanted to – it’s still going to be a bad boy Picasso at the end.
Republicans paint everything that Democrats have been for as socialism, too far to the left, as extreme, and it didn’t matter how moderated it was; it didn’t matter that Obamacare started out as a compromise. You might as well say what you’re actually for and show what you really are.
I am interested in evolution within my thinking. I am not interested in the evolution of my paint.
David is purely a conceptual artist. He didn’t play any instruments or paint or anything. We were painters.
I paint. I love the visual arts.
