When I started working on ambient music, my idea was to make music that was more like painting.
Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong.
I think of painting without subject matter as music without words.
You can be creative in anything - in math, science, engineering, philosophy - as much as you can in music or in painting or in dance.
There was a point after the whole intensity of the Clash finally subsided when I just found that painting grounded me in a way that music didn't.
I can paint pictures, but I cannot rule men.
Movies were always the goal, but I had a lot of goals. Twelve-year-old me wanted to do everything: act and sing and paint and dance.
How do you paint a writer's block? Just fill it with fifty shades of black.
I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality... to protect myself.
Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.
I'm working on a very long series of paintings based on desert folklore.
Frankly, these days, without a theory to go with it, I can't see a painting.
A painter paints the appearance of things, not their objective correctness. In fact, he creates new appearances of things.
If you hear a voice within you say then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.
Never buy four C-plus paintings when you can buy one A.
An artist is forced by others to paint out of his own free will.
I had to work out that it was something that could move, without having everybody in spray painted leotards.
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