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Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes in the world.
Light can be gentle, dangerous, dreamlike, bare, living, dead, misty, clear, hot, dark, violet, springlike, falling, straight, sensual, limited, poisonous, calm and soft.
There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.
He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.
Color is for me the purest form of expression, the purest abstract reality.
Colors are light's suffering and joy
White is fearful to gaze upon for too long: it is the color of shrouds; it is all-color, the prism fused, undifferentiated, linked wave to wave and particle to particle.
Sharpness is a bourgeois concept
The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.
His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
The more simply you see, the more simply you will render. People see too much, scatteringly.
The hues of the opal, the light of the diamond, are not to be seen if the eye is too near.
It is of eloquence as of a flame; it requires matter to feed it, and motion to excite it; and it brightens as it burns.
Simultaneous contrast is not just a curious optical phenomenon - it is the very heart of painting.
Dullness is a misdemeanour.
The essential is invisible to eyes
Cold without, color within. This was how it had been.
We are stark naught all, bad's the best of us.
By close inspection ... you will discover the manner of handling the artifices of contrast, glazing, and other expedients, by which good colorists have raised the value of their tints, and by which nature has been so happily imitated.
I want the stark beauty that a lens can so exactly render presented without interference of artistic effect.
Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness.
You simply cannot know the depth of your magnificence without the contrast of life.
It's almost scary how stylish things can look if you take the color out - how much more you see the essence of things and how much more something can appear elegant.
Only those who love color are admitted to its beauty and immanent presence. It affords utility to all, but unveils its deeper mysteries only to its devotees.
And it's yellow. The way pale yellow should look, like sunshine and butter, mixed with hope and cream.
Beautiful light is born of a contrast to darkness ...
Black and white is as if phoenix of colors has eloped into opacity.
The distinct blue, red, and yellow colors ... though they have not the kind of harmony which is produced by a variety of broken and transparent colors, have the effect of grandeur.
I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.
There is such a thing as the impression of luminosity.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
There is one thing which gives radiance to everything. It is the idea of something around the corner.
Color is the melody of light.
...bleached by darkness
Clear moments are so short.
There is much more darkness. More
ocean than terra firma. More
shadow than form.
Goethe argued there is no color in the physical world; there are only patterns of light and dark. These patterns are a sensation produced by our very souls.
This dark brightness that falls from the stars.
The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.
Reality is perfect light. It frees you from the limitations of this world, from the ugliness, from the unhappiness of limited perception.
Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
to avoid dullness may help to filter out the nonessential.)
We can't bear it when things are displayed at their brightest, fullest rainbow colours. We can't bear it, but, when it's gone, we love it, because it's suddenly safe, it can't come back or change. It can't rise up stronger.
In a light that is fierce and strong one can see the world dissolve. To weak eyes it becomes solid, to weaker eyes it shows fists; before weaker eyes still it feels ashamed, and smites down whomsoever dares to look at 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.
The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.
I like light, color, luminosity. I like things full of color and vibrant.
Too much shine, can dull the soul
For three things concur in creating beauty: first of all integrity or perfection, and for this reason we consider ugly all incomplete things; then proper proportion or consonance; and finally clarity and light, and in fact we call beautiful those things of definite color.
- William
dark. Basically, the more you're aware of what you want these images to convey, the richer the images are going to be.
Life is full of contrasts.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Sometimes it may seem dark, but the absence of the light is a necessary part.
Rough and dark is often the veil of the soul, while within, so pure and transparent. Like the grey crust upon ice, that, when severed, reveals within a pure blue light, like the transparent ether. Thus remain veiled to the stranger, but be not concealed from thyself.
Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world.
Brightness ... I believe you stray into sarcasm."
"Funny.I thought I'd run straight into it,screaming at the top of my lungs.
Only in darkness could the light be so completely, brightly beautiful.
There were shades of grey, among the stark blacks and whites.
But like in life, so in thoughts:
colours fade softly, quietly.
I feel the need of attaining the maximum of intensity with the minimum of means. It is this which has led me to give my painting a character of even greater bareness.
An artist finds his happiest combination in a play of complementary colors. They are direct contrasts yet do not jar; they awaken the beholder, but do not disturb him.
For there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
For the Rays, to speak properly, have no Colour. In them there is nothing else than a certain power and disposition to stir up a sensation of this Colour or that.
Dullness is the spice of life. Which is why we must always use other spices.
Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red
That's what's so cool about 'Once:' There is a layer of darker stuff, but it's balanced by this incredible light.
O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!
There is no darkness but is brightened; there is no distance but is illuminated.
Stark times remind our souls that things do not matter ... people do.
Images, not words, capture feelings in faces; nothing
can ruin the atmosphere as easily as too much light.
All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.
[ ... ] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the without, in order to benefit by the contrast.
True eloquence has an edge, sharp and clean.
Sky is grey, vegetation is plastic, and mankind is pale, for we have spent our days conceiving unnecessary tools for our arousal, and so we hide the nakedness of nature with brutal machinnes.
Dullness. Only humans could have invented it. What imaginations they had.
Much of the beauty of light owes its existence to the dark.
When values are contrasting, use subtle color. When values are subtle, use contrasting color.
The sun cannot shine as bright without a proper darkness to counter it.
The world had gone a bit gray.
Light
Light
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
It is strange how deeply colours seem to penetrate one, like scent.
That curiously clean, semi-transparent look of the genteel, isolated poor.
The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.
All that majesty, all that infinite variety of energy, and all we see is a narrow little slice of it: seven measly colors.
Purer colors ... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them.
This world was made to be cloaked in gray.
It wouldn't feel natural if the sun shone brightly all the time.
It's the darkness that shows us how bright the light shines.
The clarity of perception
makes reality look as it is.
Color exists in itself, possessing its own beauty.
Simplicity is a thing beautiful in itself, like clear light.
The sun was clear and diaphanous like white win. Its light barely touched the moving figures, gave them no shadow, no relief: faces and hands made spots of pale gold.
Perfection has one grave defect: it is apt to be dull.
The beauty of darkness
is how it lets you see.
The Color Of Extraordinary.
It is a wan morning, low unbroken cloud; the light, filtering sparely through glass, is the color of tarnished pewter. How brightly colored the king is, like the king in a new pack of cards: how small his flat blue eye. There
Whatever is pure is also simple. It does not keep the eye on itself. The observer forgets the window in the landscape it displays. A fine style gives the view of fancy
its figures, its trees, or its palaces,
without a spot.
There is indeed no such thing in life as absolute darkness; one's eyes revolt and hasten to fill the vacuum by floating in sparks, dream patterns, figures whimsical and figures grotesque, shifting and clad in complementary colors, to appease the indignant cups and rods of the retina.
It is Love that transforms it from black and white, to breathtaking, beautiful inspiring colors
There is a coherence in things, a stability; something ... is immune from change and shines out ... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.
Purity is light. Not just an ordinary light, but a transcendental light.
Beauty had a way of masking something darker.