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.
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I mix them with my brains, sir.
I mix them with my brains, sir.
One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until read more
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.
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
As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.
As certain as the Correggiosity of Correggio.
The only good copies are those which exhibit the defects of bad
originals.
The only good copies are those which exhibit the defects of bad
originals.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors.
Vain is the hope by colouring to display
The bright effulgence of the noontide ray
Or paint read more
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.
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.
A picture is a poem without words.
A picture is a poem without words.
