Best 173 quotes in «canvas quotes» category

The future is an empty canvas or a blank sheet of paper, and if you have the courage of your own thought and your own observation you can make of it what you will

The laws of physics are the canvas God laid down on which to paint his masterpiece.

The important thing is to remember what most impressed you and to put it on canvas as fast as possible.

The Pistols were like my work of art. They were my canvas.

The mind itself is an art object. It is a Mondrian canvas onto whose homemade grids it fits its own preselected products. Our knowledge is contextual and only contextual. Ordering and invention coincide: we call their collaboration knowledge.

The 'renewed' mind is the canvas on which the Spirit of God can paint.

The prisoners for better security against conversation shall have a canvas bag put over the head of each and tied around the neck, with a holes for proper breathing and eating, but not seeing.

The print on canvas is the closest to the original work. I personally sign them as well.

The Republicans initially sort of saw George W. Bush as a blank canvas, didn't they? It seems like they interviewed him when he was governor of Texas to see what kind of candidate he could be.

To end up with a canvas that is no less beautiful than the empty canvas is to begin with.

To a musician or songwriter, your canvas is silence.

Until then I had lived as I had painted and versified - that is, I never got far beyond priming canvas, beyond penning an outline, a first act, a first stanza. There are simply people who start all sorts of things and yet never finish any of them. And that was the kind of person I was.

We must offer ourselves to God like a clean, smooth canvas and not worry ourselves about what God may choose to paint on it, but at each moment, feel only the stroke of His brush.

We're creating a little niche for ourselves instead of working the whole canvas.

Throughout the time in which I am working on a canvas I can feel how I am beginning to love it, with that love which is born of slow comprehension.

What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.

What I did for my last act as a painter, if you call me a painter, was to photograph the weave of the canvas, and enlarge it and enlarge it until it became like a landscape.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

When I stand before a canvas, I never know what I'll do, and I am the first one surprised at what comes out.

When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.

When I work alone, it can be like dabbling with a canvas. Maybe you paint over bits, and it starts to form its own life and lead you off in a direction. It becomes an intuitive, subconscious process.

While I am working I am not conscious of what I am putting on the canvas.

When you give an artist a canvas, you shouldn't tell him exactly how much paint to put on it, or exactly how sharp the images should be. You should let the artist get going.

White. A blank page or canvas. So many possibilities.

Who but a brazen crazy person would go one-on-one with blank paper or canvas armed with nothing but ideas?

You are an artist. The canvas is your life. Make something worth staring at.

You can always draw as well as you know how to. I flatter myself that I feel more than I express on canvas; but I know that is not so.

You have the clean canvas of a whole week before you. Paint well.

You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like - that part of the old is coming through the new.

You put a blob of yellow here, and another at the further edge of the canvas: straight away a rapport is established between them. Colour acts in the way that music does.

You treat the air as a canvas and the paint is the chords that come through your fingers, out of the keyboard.

You would hardly believe how difficult it is to place a figure alone on a canvas, and to concentrate all the interest on this single and universal figure and still keep it living and real.

A blank canvas provides the artist in you with the perfect opportunity to express yourself! There is absolutely no limit to what you can create. To execute an artful tableau all you need is a willingness to experiment with paper flower crafts.

Anyone can put paint on a canvas, but only a true master can bring the painting to life. Anyone can kill, but only a genius can make murder an art.

As you entered the room stirring air with suppleness of walk waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals making curtains dance to the sound of bangles aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks my paintbrush grew restless and pen became enraptured my eyes, hands and some other parts of my body became electrified.

A timeless classical love story our romance shall be… I'll paint it on vintage canvas cause your love transcends the realms defeats any measure of time and lasts forever. (fragment from "Utopia", chapter Hope)

Be it as it may, if we are not ready to break new ground and get to grips with the recurrent challenges of our daily reality, we will never, ever be able to recognize the uncharted and colorful pictures on the canvas of our life, nor sense the pounding rhythm in the core of our being.

Film is the ultimate canvas, the elixir of art, and the magic of life.

For me, a paint brush is the only tool I use extensively in my works, to push paint on canvas and conduct melodies. And that's exactly what Garden Avenue is, and all of my projects after that.

He can hit a man in the liver so the blood flow stops. It takes a full second before the pain registers and the man falls. I've seen Billy hook men's livers and punch at their hearts. I've seen him break a man's nose in the ring, shatter an eardrum, close an eye. I've seen him hit a man so hard, fist to jaw, the man seemed to fall asleep before he fell, his body so relaxed his face looked calm even when his head slammed against canvas.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

I was born in darkest ignorance. My spiritual master taught me the truth of the Universe

Little by little, brushstrokes spell out my story on canvas.

Love is the canvas covering the furniture that you've become a part of

To paint is to know how to put nothing on canvas, and have it look like something when you stand back.

On the great canvas of time We all create our own masterpiece. Choreographing our steps across minutes and hours Dancing over the days Painting pictures over months and Writing our stories on the years. Singing our songs that echo across eons. We are all a thread in the talent tapestry. A snapshot in the cosmic, collective collage.

Our bodies are the canvas of our emotions, and most often, we let the world paint it.

Raven moaned at the sensations ripping through her, like the first splash of color on a monochrome canvas.

Never look back. The past is done. The future is a blank canvas. Work on creating a masterpiece. Only you have the power to make your painting beautiful.

Social counterpoints can be a shrieking reality. But life may nevertheless become a colorful canvas with an array of opportunities, allowing us to escape from the suffocation of our enclosure if we hold ourselves receptive to the healing power of the daily little marvels and stay aware of the vivifying unexpectedness of the ‘moment’. (‘"Côté cour…Côté jardin" )