Best 174 quotes in «painter quotes» category

The two greatest strokes of luck that can happen to a painter are (1) to be Spanish, (2) to be called Dali

The successful painter is continually painting still life.

The thinker requires exactly the same light as the painter, clear, without direct sunshine, or blinding reflection, and, where possible, from above.

The true painter must be able, with the most usual things, to have the most unusual ideas.

There ought to be an absolute dictatorship... a dictatorship of painters... a dictatorship of one painter... to suppress all those who have betrayed us.

The stubby French painter Toulouse-Lautrec supposedly invented chocolate mousse - I find that rather hard to believe, but there you have it.

Titian, Rembrandt and Goya were the great painters. I am only a public clown.

This theme of bigness — all painters and sculptors have dealt with it ever since.

To mention only contemporaries, Delacroix, Corot, Millet, Rousseau, Courbet are masters. And finally [I like] all those [painters] who loved and had a strong feeling for nature.

To be a painter now is to be part of a very small, endangered species.

To be a landscape painter is to be a perverse individual.

To me, a painter, if not the most useful, is the least harmful member of our society.

Use anger to emotionalize whatever thing you intend to do in life - being a painter, a poet or a photographer

When you do music, your friends are writers, actors, painters. It's all under the sameroof. So anything creative is interesting to me.

We must, like a painter, take time to stand back from our work, to be still, and thus see what's what. . . True repose is standing back to survey the activities that fill our days.

We painters use the same license as poets and madmen.

We wouldn't be artists, writers, painters, musicians, if we weren't sensitive.

What a trade! Poor painters! They always wish to be understood, and they are analysed instead.

What's so astonishing about not understanding? There are so many things in art, beginning with art itself, that one doesn't understand. A painter doesn't see everything that he has put in his painting.

Whenever a great painter... does a work which appears to be false and lying, that falsity is very true.

When I was in the writers' room, all these writers were like, "Ugh, another star that they gave a writing-producing credit to." But then within like an hour, they were like, "You're really a writer." "Yeah, I really am. I'm a writer, and a director, and a producer, and an actor, and a painter, and I do all that stuff in the Lush Life." It was great.

You can't learn techniques and then try to become a painter. Techniques are a result.

When you talk about painters and you talk about painters painting masterpieces, there is no painter who painted only one painting and that was a masterpiece. You have to do a whole bunch of paintings to get to the place of mastering your craft.

Who's going to ask a painter to see a diploma? They'd say, 'Can I see your paintings?', wouldn't they?

With a limited palette, the older painters could do just as well as today what they did was sounder.

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.

You don't need brains to be a painter, just feelings.

A painter of genius has a bovine mind. He does not think, he only sees.

You have understood what all great painters understand: in order to forget the rules, you must know them and respect them.

Dalí is one marvellous painter, but in living times he's one marvellous clown —more interesting for everybody.

At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement: for transfiguration, not for the sake of play. It is the quest of our self that drives us along the eternal and never-ending journey we must all make.

As a kid I never knew what I wanted to be when I grow up, but the only thing I knew was that I wanted to create things. And then I wanted to be an astronaut. I would paint stars and the atmosphere and then frame and hang the universe up on my bedroom wall. A few years down the line while I was still stargazing, I came to realize that I’m halfway around the world chasing something and the whole time it’s in my backyard. From the very beginning I was who I always wanted to be.

Controversy is a last resort for the talentless.

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting.

Era un pintor tan viejo que se le habían quedado calvos los pinceles. (He was such an old painter that his brushes had gone bald.)

Eyes speak. Eyes say the unsaid words. Eyes express feelings. Eyes convey emotions. Eyes are eloquent. Eyes are tender. Eyes are sensitive. Eyes are captivating. I can't help looking into eyes. I am always fascinated by eyes. If I were a painter then I would love to paint the eyes of the people I meet and come across.

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 wasn’t a good person, but I painted him to be and since I painted it, I believed it.

He was still on his “two Van Goghs” point. He put his hand on the armrest of her chair. He said, “But the second Van Gogh is just a guy named Vincent. Vincent lived for thirty-seven years. Van Gogh only came to life after Vincent died. Same man, two people.

I am the Constellation of my own

I have a lot of, unfinished poems. And all of them are like, some love affair, that started too quick, and died too young. Each incomplete art to me, is like a memory lane, of an insane passion, that words, couldn't explain, and colors couldn't contain.

I have loved enough women to know how to paint. If I had loved fewer, I would be an illustrator; if I had loved more, I would be a poet.

i painted it because i dreamed it because we all dreamed it

Finally, when someone asked [Pollack] how he knew when a painting was finished, he replied, “How do you know when you’ve finished making love?

I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.

I hate people who collect things and classify things and give them names and then forget all about them. That’s what people are always doing in art. They call a painter an impressionist or a cubist or something and then they put him in a drawer and don’t see him as a living individual painter any more.

I love to draw—pencil, ink pen—I love art. When I go on tour and visit museums in Holland, Germany or England—you know those huge paintings?—I’m just amazed. You don’t think a painter could do something like that. I can look at a piece of sculpture or a painting and totally lose myself in it.

Impression — I was certain of it. I was just telling myself that, since I was impressed, there had to be some impression in it … and what freedom, what ease of workmanship! Wallpaper in its embryonic state is more finished than that seascape.

In many times, after creating a piece of work I want to stand up and applaud.