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A picture is a poem without words.
A picture is a poem without words.
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.
"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell,
"Rough with age and gashed with wars;
Show my visage read more
"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."
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a
landscape painter, it is love of read more
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.
I paint things as they are. I don't comment.rn
I paint things as they are. I don't comment.rn
He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own
genius: as he must needs paint for read more
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.
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.
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.