<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Painting - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/65322]]></link><description><![CDATA[Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/65322</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I paint things as they are. I don't comment.rn ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/64020]]></link><description><![CDATA[I paint things as they are. I don't comment.rn]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/64020</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45432]]></link><description><![CDATA[If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter, it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours, and the fullness thereof.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45432</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45433]]></link><description><![CDATA[Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45433</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The only good copies are those which exhibit the defects of bad originals. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45424]]></link><description><![CDATA[The only good copies are those which exhibit the defects of bad originals.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45424</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45425]]></link><description><![CDATA[The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45425</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray  Or paint the full-orb'd ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45426]]></link><description><![CDATA[Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray  Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies   With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45426</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I mix them with my brains, sir. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45427]]></link><description><![CDATA[I mix them with my brains, sir.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45427</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He best can paint them who shall feel them most. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45428]]></link><description><![CDATA[He best can paint them who shall feel them most.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45428</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45429]]></link><description><![CDATA[Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45429</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The fellow mixes blood with his colors. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45430]]></link><description><![CDATA[The fellow mixes blood with his colors.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45430</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45431]]></link><description><![CDATA[Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45431</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh--  To figure in the Catalogue,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45421]]></link><description><![CDATA[Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh--  To figure in the Catalogue,   And woo the public eye.    Something I must invent and paint;     But oh my wit is not      Like one of those kind substantives       That answer Who and What?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45421</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45422]]></link><description><![CDATA[He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his own.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45422</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I only feel, but want the power to paint. [Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45423]]></link><description><![CDATA[I only feel, but want the power to paint. [Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45423</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45408]]></link><description><![CDATA[Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45408</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45409]]></link><description><![CDATA[Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45409</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I've been doing a lot of abstract painting lately, extremely abstract. No brush, no paint, no canvas, I just think ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45410]]></link><description><![CDATA[I've been doing a lot of abstract painting lately, extremely abstract. No brush, no paint, no canvas, I just think about it.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45410</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45411]]></link><description><![CDATA[And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45411</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45412]]></link><description><![CDATA[As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45412</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight,  Such heav'nly figures from ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45413]]></link><description><![CDATA[From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight,  Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow,   So warm with light his blended colors glow.    . . . .     The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring      Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45413</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio and the learned babble of the sale-room and varnishing ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45414]]></link><description><![CDATA[If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio and the learned babble of the sale-room and varnishing Auctioneer.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45414</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A picture is a poem without words. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45415]]></link><description><![CDATA[A picture is a poem without words.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45415</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Paint me as I am. If you leave out the scars and wrinkles, I will not pay you a shilling. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45416]]></link><description><![CDATA[Paint me as I am. If you leave out the scars and wrinkles, I will not pay you a shilling.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45416</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hard features every bungler can command: To draw true beauty shows a master's hand. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45417]]></link><description><![CDATA[Hard features every bungler can command: To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45417</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA["Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, "Rough with age and gashed with wars;  Show my visage as you ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45418]]></link><description><![CDATA["Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, "Rough with age and gashed with wars;  Show my visage as you find it,   Less than truth my soul abhors."]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45418</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45419]]></link><description><![CDATA[A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45419</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45420]]></link><description><![CDATA[One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45420</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45403]]></link><description><![CDATA[The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45403</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45404]]></link><description><![CDATA[Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45404</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45405]]></link><description><![CDATA[Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45405</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45406]]></link><description><![CDATA[I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45406</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45407]]></link><description><![CDATA[I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/45407</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves. [Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/20522]]></link><description><![CDATA[He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves. [Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/20522</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pictures must not be too picturesque. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3329]]></link><description><![CDATA[Pictures must not be too picturesque.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3329</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3280]]></link><description><![CDATA[Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3280</guid></item></channel></rss>