painters

She preferred the quiet solitary atmosphere, to create in her own world of paint and colour, the thrill of anticipating how her works would turn out as she eyed the blank sheets of paper or canvas before starting her next masterpiece. How satisfying it was to mess around in paint gear, without having to worry about spills, starch or frills, that was the life!

It's very hard to reach people in Greymouth with pottery or any form of art because they're allergic to it. Allergic to it ever since they began really because they've taken from the ground in the mining spirit without making or creating, and therefore anything that is creative they do not understand.

I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.

The idea is in my head to put it down is nothing.

Landscape painting is the obvious resource of misanthropy.

A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.

I paint from the top down. First the sky then the mountains then the hills then the houses then the cattle and then the people.

Sir when their backsides look good enough to slap there's nothing more to do.

When I look at a painting it isn't only the painting that I see but the thing that I am. If there is more in the painting than I am then I won't see it.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

There are three kinds of people in the world: those who can't stand Picasso those who can't stand Raphael and those who've never heard of either of them.

Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at girls and persuade themselves they have a better idea.

There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.

I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

A good painter is to paint two main things namely men and the working of man's mind.

For me painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night a strangled laugh.

Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees but what he feels what he tells himself about what he has seen.

If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.