Envision what the end result is supposed to be… what do you want to be when you grow up? Where do you see yourself? Once we identify what the painting on the wall is, it is so much easier to bring in the right colors, canvas and brushes to paint that picture.
I like to write and draw and paint, and my mom’s an artist, so I think I get caught up in thinking, ‘I’m afraid it’s gonna be bad,’ and it’s hard for me to start sometimes.
Today we are searching for things in nature that are hidden behind the veil of appearance… We look for and paint this inner, spiritual side of nature.
For far too long we’ve allowed the other side to paint us as racist, as sexist, inhumane war mongers – well, today as a conservative black Republican and former solider, I’m here to set that record straight.
In fiction, when you paint yourself into a corner, you can write a pair of suction cups onto the bottoms of your shoes and walk up the wall and out the skylight and see the sun breaking through the clouds. In nonfiction, you don’t have that luxury.
Whenever I see a Frans Hals, I feel the desire to paint; but when I see a Rembrandt, I want to give it up.
Not only are Christians writing about Jesus, but also Communists, Jews, atheists and agnostics are taking up their pens to paint a portrait of Jesus.
At 13, when I was a runaway, I was taken in by the most amazing drag queens in Portland, Ore. We didn’t always know where our next meal was coming from, but there was so much camaraderie and love. Not to mention, those girls could paint a face, and I learned how because of them.
I respect the fact that a director has studied the text and the road map of work before us, the subtleties, interconnections, underpinnings… His job is to paint the entire picture and knows all the colors that have to be in it.
There are certain people I do want to absolutely dislike me. And I want them to paint me as their enemy. Because I want nothing to do with them.
There was a village watercolour society and they’d come and paint in my field. I watched them from the window, the way they would struggle this way and that to find the perfect moment. God has made every angle on that beautiful, and I felt that tremendously.
I knew I didn’t want to pursue an academic career at all, which, of course, my father would have loved me to have done. I didn’t want to go to university. The only other thing I could do was paint, and so I went to art school because they couldn’t conceive of how one would be an actor.
In the trunk of her car, my mother used to keep a collapsible easel, a clutch of brushes, a little wooden case stocked with tubes of paint, and, tucked into the spare-tire well, one of my father’s old, tobacco-stained shirts, for a smock.
When I see things that are inspiring, I must write a song about it. Some people make a t-shirt or slap something on a wall with paint, but I must make music and freestyle rap.
The more ways you can tell a story and paint a picture, the better it is.
Virtual Self’ was me trying to paint a picture of a very foggy, distorted memory that I had of electronic music on the internet.
I paint a bit myself. My house in Clerkenwell has a room that is done up like a big installation.
I don’t like persuaded sitters. I never could paint a cat if the cat had any scruples, religious, superstitious, or otherwise, about sitting.
My mum used to wear the guys’ Chesty Bonds tanks, and I used to end up wearing them after she’d finish with them. She’s a painter, and they would be covered in paint splatters. She would wear them and wear them until they were super-soft, and then I’d get them. But I was just a kid, so they were like a dress on me.
I love hiking in the hills not far from my house. I’m invested in my hikes. Sometimes kids go up there and spray-paint over the signs; I’ve found a biodegradable paint cleaner, and I’ll scrub the signs so they’re nice and clean.
I counterfeited Mark Kostabi’s artworks. During the eighties, Mark didn’t paint his own paintings. Instead, he had other artists painting them, and he just added his signature. So what I did was to use some of the same painters, and signed his name myself.
I don’t paint butter dishes, doilies, or hummingbirds in my garden. It’s more raw, I suppose. But it always creates a reaction.
I taught myself to paint African-Americans, mostly people roughly my skin tone.
I would have loved to paint Eartha Kitt, but she’s no longer here. I’m so glad I had the chance to meet her.
Look at the decisions I’ve made in my life personally. To paint the picture intentionally that I don’t believe in, that I’m not a supporter of, that I’m not an advocate of early childhood education is a mistruth. It’s an absolute and outright lie, and to continue to perpetuate it is irresponsible.
I’ve always been a creative person, and I’d always wanted to paint, so I went to art school and began painting and sculpting.
I thought I would draw or paint or be an architect. I was always drawing portraits. My mom put me in art classes in the summer.
A lot of people try to paint this child actor stigma, but I always looked at it as a great opportunity.
I paint with shapes.
No hidden talents, but I have a lot of hobbies. Acrylic painting – I got a whole set, and I light candles at night and sit there and paint and look out on Lake Michigan.
I never use nature as a starting point. I never abstract from nature; I never consciously think of nature when I paint.
If you paint in your mind a picture of bright and happy expectations, you put yourself into a condition conducive to your goal.
You don’t have to paint your walls lime green just to try to have your home feel decorated. If you’re a classic dresser or preppy dresser or a modern dresser, you wear a lot of black – whatever it is – your home should reflect that as well.
Investing should be more like watching paint dry or watching grass grow. If you want excitement, take $800 and go to Las Vegas.
I love writing for women. The willingness to go from laughter to tears in a moment is the greatest palette you can paint with as a writer.
Knowing what paint a painter uses or having an understanding of where he was in the history of where he came from doesn’t hurt your appreciation of the painting.
When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
Painters must speak through paint, not through words.
To be an artist, you don’t have to compose music or paint or be in the movies or write books. It’s just a way of living. It has to do with paying attention, remembering, filtering what you see and answering back, participating in life.
You’d never look at a Rembrandt and say, ‘That’s just wood and canvas and paint – how much?!’ It’s all about how many people want it. It works on a pair of jeans as well – they’re just material and stitching, and as soon as you walk out of the shop, they’re worth nothing.
I want paint to work as flesh.
When I paint, I definitely live in the present, like someone in a shower whistling or singing.
If I’m interrupted, it’s just a minor inconvenience, but not a disaster, because it’s easy to get back where I was: that is, the paint has not changed consistency; the light has not moved.
When you draw or paint a tree, you do not imitate the tree; you do not copy it exactly as it is, which would be mere photography. To be free to paint a tree or a flower or a sunset, you have to feel what it conveys to you: the significance, the meaning of it.
I refuse to go in a home and paint a picture saying things like, ‘If you come with us, you’ll be taken care of for the rest of your life by the program and by our alums,’ even though you may only be in school for a year or two. How preposterous does that sound?
I can’t write, I can’t paint, I don’t compose.
I paint. A lot of people don’t know that.
There’s no handbook for parenting. So you walk a very fine line as a parent because you are civilizing these raw things. They will tip the coffee over and finger-paint on the table. At some point, you have to say, ‘We’re gonna have to clean that up because you don’t paint with coffee on a table.’
I have improved the way in which I paint. The colours are cleaner and there is more energy in the brush work.
We would sift through every inch of what it was that worked, or if it didn’t, and wonder what was effective in it, in terms of paint, the subject matter, the size, the drawing.
I paint as if I were Rothschild.
It’s hard for me to find people to paint. There has got to be something about them that only I can see.
I used to paint a lot of oil and now I paint more mixed-media stuff.
You can sometimes avoid costly mistakes. Paint a corner of the room a certain color to see how the light affects it. Or buy just one yard of an expensive fabric to see how you like it in your room.
I really don’t own any jewelry. I paint it, but I’m not a consumer. I buy art – that’s all I want.
Even though I know who I am, musically I’m a blank canvas. I know what colors I want to use, but I don’t know what picture I want to paint yet.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.
I like the clowns from the circus that have more paint on their face. They were all funny and made me laugh. As a kid, I remember the clowns that were all in white reminded me more of death than circus clowns. It can be a scary thing.
