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Emotion that I experienced on first seeing the fresh paint come out of the tube ... the impression of colours strewn over the palette: of colours - alive, waiting, as yet unseen and hidden in their little tubes ...
Painting it was hard graft ... in addition red, yellow, brown ochre, black, terra sienna, bistre, and the result is a red-brown that varies from bistre to deep wine-red and to pale, blond reddish ...
The chemicals might be S-T-U-F-F ... like ... um ... seretonial-tryskelion-uberwobble-flexing-fluxamine, or whatever. Who cares.
I subscribe to the myth that an artist's creativity comes from torment. Once that's fixed, what do you draw on?
Paint should not be applied thick. It should be like a breath on the surface of a pane of glass.
I find the plainness and economizing record of materials handled calming. Realistic yet not austere, because what corresponds - the words oil on canvas - has everything and nothing to do with what I'm looking at.
I think we're in an age where artists really have an incredible range of materials at their command now. They can use almost anything from household items - Jackson Pollock used house paint - to, you know, advanced computer systems, to good old oil paint and acrylic paint.
I do tend to use watercolors - I love the splatter sort of thing you can do with watercolors.
What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?
When we speak of the perfection of art, we must recollect what the materials are with which a painter contends with nature. For the light of the sun he has but patent yellow and white lead - for the darkest shade, umber or soot.
I like to write my lyrics on clay tablets.
Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.
I am primarily an oil painter and a studio painter, so originally I was going to do an oil painting.
Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.
was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red
ballpoint pens guaranteed right on them to write a lifetime on butter under water,
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?
If you take suede leather and put it on a piece of steel, and put moisture on it, it actually sticks.
Nude nail polish wins hands down over intricate nail art.
Use lots of paint and don't worry, they will make more ...
Style should be like window-glass, perfectly transparent, and with very little sash.
The metallic silver coating found on fast-food game cards.
Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
I have always striven to fix beauty in wood, stone, glass or pottery, in oil or watercolor by using whatever seemed fittest for the expression of beauty, that has been my creed.
Take clear water with grass waving at the bottom. It's wonderful to look at, but to try to paint it is enough to make one insane.
This new plastic idea will ignore the particulars of appearance, that is to say, natural form and colour. On the contrary, it should find its expression in the abstraction of form and colour, that is to say, in the straight line and the clearly defined primary colour.
Below the glass would be the weak spot. Plywood, probably, maybe three-eighths thick, painted, retained in the frame by quarter-round moldings. Reacher was wearing shoes he had bought in the London airport two deployments ago, stout British things with welts and toecaps as hard as steel.
The pen feels unnatural in my hand. It's so much weightier than pencil. Permanent. There are no erasers, in life. - Alexis Riggs
Nitric acid. Lampblack. Furniture, like all living things, acquired marks and scars over the course of time. The effects of time, visible and invisible.
Faber's drawing-pencils;
I've started to experiment [in the studio] with texturing the canvas, building up the surface with large brushes, palette knife or fingers. I want to say more in my art.
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
I never know what I'm going to put on the canvas. The canvas paints itself. I'm just the middleman.
Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget,
Every time I pick up the microphone, I drug it.
One can rightly speak of an evolution in plastic art. It is of the greatest importance to note this fact, for it reveals the true way of art - the only path along which we can advance.
I paint ideas, not things. My intention is less to paint works that are pleasing to the eye than to suggest great thoughts which will speak to the imagination and the heart and will arouse all that is noblest and best in man.
L'art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
Blue paint among the ancients, or red paint among the modern Britons.
I'm actually very good with Home Depot-handy type of paintwork.
I am personally am a fan of buff nails - not so much of clear polish, but a great buff nail is amazing.
I do a lot of ceramics.
White. A blank page or canvas. So many possibilities.
It's a Harley Night Rod. She's the love of my life, so don't scratch the paint when you get on.
If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin.
-So B. It
I don't paint things. I only paint the difference between things.
The binding was of citron-green leather, with a design of gilt trellis-work and dotted pomegranates.
The paintings to me are always canvas; sculpture has always been metal, though I have made sculpture in wood, also.
I paint with shapes.
Burn shavings and splinters of pitch pine, and when they turn to charcoal, put them out, and pound them into mortar with size. This will make a pretty black for fresco painting.
Paint what does not exist.
Sunlight is painting.
I'm a fan of parchment and wood pulp.
Paint is something that I use with my hands and do all those tactile things. I really don't like oil because you can't get back into it, or you make a mess. It's not my favourite thing ... pencil is more my medium than wet paint.
It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures
I'm an artist. I'm interested in how art gets made.
Paint the essential character of things.
Glitter is my makeup of choice.
Black ink was always my favorite. I loved it. And then one day I realized that the only thing I ever wanted to do was to paint.
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
A painted surface is a real, living form.
When I was a kid I loved wall paper it added a lot of fiber to my paint chips.
I use printers to make prints of the images that I am creating. And I try to have that surface kind of replicated in the painting.
I'm obsessed with plastic. I like the syntheticness.
I am an artist who works with Lego.
Don't be stingy with your paint, it isn't worth it.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
I used to paint a lot of oil and now I paint more mixed-media stuff.
My app is the same juicy paint used by Vincent Van Gogh; my screen is the woven canvas of Titian. Painting by hand, I've come to figure, is a certain kind of love.
I love paint. I like watercolours. I like acrylic paint ... a little bit. I like house paint. I like oil-based paint, and I love oil paint. I love the smell of turpentine and I like that world of oil paint very, very, very much.
I build a painting by putting little marks together-some look like hot dogs, some like doughnuts.
I've been creating work by silk-screening images of arms and legs and heads and objects on paper - like drawings of vegetables, guns, hats, whatever - and then also printing sheets of patterns, colorful polka dots and line drawing patterns.
Give the paint a chance. Give the brush a chance.
Imagining themes that are specific to coating lines, shapes, shades, thoughts, the decoration of our homes and the objects of utility or pure pleasure, adapting its purpose in a material-specific way to metal or wood, marble or fabric - it is, without any doubt, an absorbing occupation.
I've always loved the rustic, slightly worn style of Canvas and that element of an artisanal hand. It's so inherently chic.
AMEL (A'MEL) n.s.[email, Fr.]The matter with which the variegated works are overlaid, which we call enamelled. The materials of glass melted with calcined tin, compose an undiaphanous body. This white amel is the basis of all those fine concretes that goldsmiths and artificers
it was like glass sandpaper being rubbed on my skin.
Karo sugar syrup mixed with a red dye
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
I don't know why I paint what I paint. I think it comes out - it's kind of my subconscious or something.
No small dabs of colour - you want plenty of paint to paint with.
Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle, Frau Elena?
Absinthe is the only decent drink that suits an artist.
It looks like the kind of thing my daughter would bring back from school art lessons.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.
The arts are not frosting but baking soda.
I must have been very young, but I have a clear memory of drawing on a cream brick wall ... with wax crayons.
I'm trying to assemble materials for a different mode of life.
The paint has a skin to it, here taut and glossy, there wrinkled, abraded, scarred. It is pierced, abraded, scraped. A line drawn through it will go through half a dozen states, from the furry bloom of crusted charcoal to a blind furrow, cutting a channel in to soft paint below.
Ever notice that nothing changes the color of paint like putting it on a wall?
I started designing my handbags in my apartment and I had six samples made in satin-finished nylon. I displayed them at trade shows but they went unnoticed at first.
It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere.
Red. Red. Red.
Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches.
Red means run.
Some of my most beautiful glass pieces have
cracks running through them and I like them anyway because of the colours.
I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.
laid out the quill, ink, sand, and paper.
...heavy satin that fell like spilled syrup...
Larry says it's sandalwood, and it's called that 'cause of the Latin name. They don't make sandals out of it or nothing.
Everything built with an art, May your eyes couldn't see it, but digital eye can.
As an artist, I've always felt most comfortable outside of the art supply store. So domestic materials are the ones that most help inform what I'm trying to talk about and our familiarity as a whole - kind of the collective us, I guess.