And if you should be there and you see this beautiful cactus blossom painted silver by the moon and laughing up at the stars, this, Peekay, is heaven.
Never sit on a freshly painted bench, or stand on a wet wall. That’s a lesson in love I had to learn the sideways way.
Bullshit. You can paint with a fork, you can kill with a fork. A fork is a tool. Don't let yourself be confined by the definitions of others.
The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.
I looked long and carefully at the picture of a stag painted by Landseer - the style was good, and the brush was handled with fine effect; but he fails in copying Nature, without which the best work will be a failure.
I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she'd do little paintings on my nails, like flowers. She comes to our house. It's the best.
If you paint in your mind a picture of bright and happy expectations, you put yourself into a condition conducive to your goal.
The View of life I communicate in my pictures excludes the sordid and the ugly. I paint life as I would like it to be.
Painting reflects. It kills you in a colourful shower of emptiness. Flatness. Randomness. And beauty. Yes, it is the most pure beauty I have ever felt in my life.
You never get a second chance to make a first impression. God bless those who see beyond our flaws painted in bold strokes.
A museum should not just be a place for fancy paintings but should be a place where we can communicate our lives through our everyday objects.
How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
Action films can be like watching paint dry. You can just die in the trailer waiting for them to set up a shot, then you go out for a few minutes or an hour of endurance testing.
I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
God is not remote from us. He is at the point of my pen, my (pick) shovel, my paint brush, my (sewing) needle - and my heart and thoughts.
The painting is not on a surface, but on a plane which is imagined. It moves in a mind. It is not there physically at all. It is an illusion, a piece of magic, so that what you see is not what you see.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
It is this research into pure painting that is the problem at the present moment. I do not know any painters in Paris who are really searching for this ideal world.
For example, in painting the form arises from abstract elements of line and color, while in cinema the material concreteness of the image within the frame presents - as an element - the greatest difficulty in manipulation.
I paint daily with watercolors on 5-by-7-inch pads that are small enough for me to take them everywhere.
So many of these comics are just frustrated singers or actors - they want to get a gig doing a sitcom. It's paint-by-the-numbers comedy, lame joke-telling. They're drawn to it as a career move.
