I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
Simonides calls painting silent poetry, and poetry speaking painting.
Do you insist that a painter have a degree in painting before he starts to paint? Should Shakespeare have had a degree in dramatic literature?
Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.
A first-rate soup is more creative than a second-rate painting.
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.
If a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture, or philosophy, he makes a bad husband, and an ill provider.
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.
I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.
A painting is never finished - it simply stops in interesting places.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
I think I love and reverence all arts equally, only putting my own just above the others; because in it I recognize the union and culmination of my own. To me it seems as if when God conceived the world, that was Poetry; He formed it, and that was Sculpture; He colored it, and that was Painting; He peopled it with living beings, and that was the grand, divine, eternal Drama.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove the paint that had poured into his sleeve.
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, paintingâthe nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
Commemoration of Albrecht Dürer, artist, 1528, and Michelangelo Buonarrotti, artist, spiritual writer, 1564 On the Brink of Death. Now hath my life across a stormy sea Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all Are bidden, ere the final reckoning fall Of good and evil for eternity. Now know I well how that fond phantasy Which made my soul the worshipper and thrall Of earthly art, is vain; how criminal Is that which all men seek unwillingly. Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed, What are they when the double death is nigh? The one I know for sure, the other dread. Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest My soul that turns to His great love on high, Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.
And since geometry is the right foundation of all painting, I have decided to teach its rudiments and principles to all youngsters eager for art. . . .
Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.
Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.