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Quotes About Portrait

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Amy Plum
“How about I take you to my studio? Much less dangerous. Plus, I need a model and you could sit for me."
"You want me to sit for a portrait?" I asked stunned.
"Actually, at the moment I'm concentrating on full-length nudes, in the spirit of Modigliani," Jules said. He was making an effort to keep a straight face. "Just kidding, Kates. You're a lady."
Jules was trying the guilt-trip method of attack. And it was working.
"Ok I'll pose for you," I conceded. "But under no circumstances will any article of clothing leave my body whilst I am in your studio."
"And if you're elsewhere?" he asked, breaking into a sly smile.
I rolled my eyes.”
Amy Plum, Until I Die

Winna Efendi
“...bahkan saat dunia berputar dan berubah,kenangan yang tercetak pada lembaran foto itu tidak pernah berubah. Photographs last for a lifetime.”
Winna Efendi, Refrain

Winna Efendi
“when you take a photograph of someone, you take a portrait of their soul”
Winna Efendi, Refrain

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“A mans manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Winna Efendi
“Manusia bisa menua, tempat bisa berubah, kita bisa melupakan. Karena itulah kamera digunakan, untuk merekam hal-hal yang tidak dapat diingat manusia dengan sempurna”
Winna Efendi, Refrain

Oscar Wilde
“every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Salvador Dalí
“The reason some portraits don't look true to life is that some people make no effort to resemble their pictures.”
Salvador Dalí

Dejan Stojanovic
“When magic through nerves and reason passes,
Imagination, force, and passion will thunder.
The portrait of the world is changed.”
Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987

Charles Dickens
“There are only two styles of portrait painting: the serious and the smirk.”
Charles Dickens

E.A. Bucchianeri
“(The Mona Lisa), that really is the ugliest portrait I’ve seen, the only thing that supposedly makes it famous is the mystery behind it,” Katherine admitted as she remembered her trips to the Louvre and how she shook her head at the poor tourists crowding around to see a jaundiced, eyebrow-less lady that reminded her of tight-lipped Washington on the dollar bill. Surely, they could have chosen a better portrait of the First President for their currency?”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

Jarod Kintz
“Good art is like a sexy pair of lips—it has the potential to say so much, but prefers to have you do all the talking about it. Also, good art is fun to kiss and make out with (especially statues and portraits).”
Jarod Kintz, Who Moved My Choose?: An Amazing Way to Deal With Change by Deciding to Let Indecision Into Your Life

Israelmore Ayivor
“A dream is the frame or portrait or a construction or focus of one's vision by means of perception, based on what he or she knows and settles within via strategic thinking.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Michelangelo | Beethoven | Shakespeare: 15 Things Common to Great Achievers

Tom  Carter
“The snapshots in CHINA: Portrait of a People are not meant to be works of art. I was too preoccupied with participating, with reveling in the moment, to worry about their perfection. Their purpose, then, is to form a candid portrait of China exactly as China presented itself to me.”
Tom Carter, China: Portrait of a People

Friedrich Dürrenmatt
“Der Mensch ist für mich ein Wesen, das nur durch paradoxe, komödiantische Mittel, Formen, dargestellt werden kann, denn der Mensch geht nicht auf wie eine Rechnung, und wo der Mensch so aufgeht, ist die Rechnung sicher gefälscht.”
Friedrich Dürrenmatt, The Pledge

Anthony Marra
“The missing remained missing and the portraits couldn't change that. But when Akhmed slid the finished portrait across the desk and the family saw the shape of that beloved nose, the air would flee the room, replaced by the miracle of recognition as mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, and cousin found in that nose the son, brother, nephew, and cousin that had been, would have been, could have been, and they might race after the possibility like cartoon characters dashing off a cliff, held by the certainty of the road until they looked down -- and plummeted is the word used by the youngest brother who, at the age of sixteen, is tired of being the youngest and hopes his older brother will return for many reasons, not least so he will marry and have a child and the youngest brother will no longer be youngest; that youngest brother, the one who has nothing to say about the nose because he remembers his older brother's nose and doesn't need the nose to mean what his parents need it to mean, is the one who six months later would be disappeared in the back of a truck, as his older brother was, who would know the Landfill through his blindfold and gag by the rich scent of clay, as his older brother had known, whose fingers would be wound with the electrical wires that had welded to his older brother's bones, who would stand above a mass grave his brother had dug and would fall in it as his older brother had, though taking six more minutes and four more bullets to die, would be buried an arm's length of dirt above his brother and whose bones would find over time those of his older brother, and so, at that indeterminate point in the future, answer his mother's prayer that her boys find each other, wherever they go; that younger brother would have a smile on his face and the silliest thought in his skull a minute before the first bullet would break it, thinking of how that day six months earlier, when they all went to have his older brother's portrait made, he should have had his made, too, because now his parents would have to make another trip, and he hoped they would, hoped they would because even if he knew his older brother's nose, he hadn't been prepared to see it, and seeing that nose, there, on the page, the density of loss it engendered, the unbelievable ache of loving and not having surrounded him, strong enough to toss him, as his brother had, into the summer lake, but there was nothing but air, and he'd believed that plummet was as close as they would ever come again, and with the first gunshot one brother fell within arms' reach of the other, and with the fifth shot the blindfold dissolved and the light it blocked became forever, and on the kitchen wall of his parents' house his portrait hangs within arm's reach of his older brother's, and his mother spends whole afternoons staring at them, praying that they find each other, wherever they go.”
Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

Jarod Kintz
“I drew a self-portrait of myself, drawn with my eyes closed from a memory someone else may or may not have had of me. After I drew it I made the remark, "Gee, I guess someone thinks I am a dog.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

“I've never taken a photograph of someone and created a persona, I've just discovered what was already there.”
Anthony Farrimond

Jarod Kintz
“I drew a portrait of an invisible man on a nice canvas, because that's all you see. Oh, and I used a nice frame. I think that's important. I believe the best art uses the most imagination.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

David duChemin
“Slow down, take time, allow yourself to be wildly diverted from your plan. People are the soul of the place; don't forget to meet them and enjoy their company as you explore a place.”
David duChemin, Within the Frame: The Journey of Photographic Vision

Robert Henri
“There is always a commanding and simple line around each head. Learn to have a love for the big simple line.”
Robert Henri

Jarod Kintz
“Drawing on my past experiences, I used a lot of erasers. My aging wisdom is starting to look a lot like a nude portrait of Alice Neel.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Jasper Fforde
“The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.”
Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey: The Road to High Saffron

Dean Koontz
“With lead he shaded love into the woman's eyes.”
Dean Koontz, Brother Odd

Jarod Kintz
“I have all the traits of a portrait, and chief among them is the fact that I appear to be lifelike. My nickname in high school was “The Man With A Green Apple For A Nose.” This is not a joke.”
Jarod Kintz, Xazaqazax

Jasper Fforde
“…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.”
Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey: The Road to High Saffron

“In a few years, it is very likely that this series will be considered a milestone in the history of Singapore photography.”
Raphael Millet

Jasper Fforde
“She had large, questioning eyes that seemed to draw me in and a sense of quiet outrage that simmered just beneath the surface. More than anything, within her features, there was a streak of wild quirkiness that made her dazzlingly attractive.”
Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey: The Road to High Saffron

“Looking at Loh’s photographs, it is obvious that there is nothing simpler and richer than a face when stripped of all effects and affects, poses and postures, stances and pretences. The Singaporeans featured here are almost
expressionless, as if the photographer wanted to leave us clueless about them. What do their faces tell us? Why are they so familiar? Why do we feel we know this auntie that we don’t know? And this guy with the nondescript look? And this girl with no distinguishing mark? Have we met before?”
Raphael Millet

Criss Jami
“This is almost always the case: A piece of art receives its f(r)ame when found offensive.”
Criss Jami

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