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I mix them with my brains, sir.
I mix them with my brains, sir.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
From the mingled strength of shade and light
A new creation rises to my sight,
Such heav'nly read more
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.
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The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they read more
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things
Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen
I only feel, but want the power to paint.
[Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
I only feel, but want the power to paint.
[Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
I've been doing a lot of abstract painting lately, extremely abstract. No brush, no paint, no canvas, I just think read more
I've been doing a lot of abstract painting lately, extremely abstract. No brush, no paint, no canvas, I just think about it.