Painter Quotes

“Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.”
― Yoko Ono

“You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.”
― Frida Kahlo, The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

“At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“Impression — I was certain of it. I was just telling myself that, since I was impressed, there had to be some impression in it … and what freedom, what ease of workmanship! Wallpaper in its embryonic state is more finished than that seascape.”
― Claude Monet

“A painter is someone who wipes the windowpane between the world and us with light, with a rag made of light, soaked in silence.”
― Christian Bobin

“I am obsessed with the process of creation.”
― Zdzilsaw Beksinski, The Fantastic Art of Beksinski

“I haven't the slightest idea what art is, but to be a painter is something of which you have to prove.”
― Wayne Thiebaud

“Every good painter paints what he is.”
― Jackson Pollock

“Finally, when someone asked [Pollack] how he knew when a painting was finished, he replied, “How do you know when you’ve finished making love?”
― Ross Wetzsteon, Republic of Dreams: Greenwich Village: The American Bohemia 1910-1960

“I love to draw—pencil, ink pen—I love art. When I go on tour and visit museums in Holland, Germany or England—you know those huge paintings?—I’m just amazed. You don’t think a painter could do something like that. I can look at a piece of sculpture or a painting and totally lose myself in it.”
― Michael Jackson

“You can't break my heart
and call the lines you write on art.”
― Laura Chouette

“Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement: for transfiguration, not for the sake of play. It is the quest of our self that drives us along the eternal and never-ending journey we must all make.”
― Max Beckmann

“Kicking an art addiction is a heck of a lot harder than going sober.”
― Sol Luckman, Musings from a Small Island: Everything under the Sun

“A obiad u Mortkowiczów? Żona Jakuba, Janina, oprowadzała najpierw Zochę po mieszkaniu. Pokoje w amfiladzie. Wszędzie stoły, komody, sekretarzyki, wazony pełne świeżych kwiatów, srebrne koszyczki, patery z miśnieńskiej porcelany. "Potem wszyscy zasiedli do starannie nakrytego stołu - wspomina Joanna Olczak-Ronikier, wnuczka. - Gdy z wazy nalano zupę pomidorową, Stryjeńska podniosła swój pełny talerz i przewróciła do góry dnem. Wyjaśniła uprzejmie: "Chciałam tylko sprawdzić, jaka to marka". No tak, raczej już jej nie zaproszą.”
― Angelika Kuźniak, Stryjeńska. Diabli nadali

“They degrade the classics into authorities. They used them as bludgeons for preventing the free expression of Beauty in new forms. They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist...

When they say that a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new. when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism

“Is this me?” It takes me a beat to realize she’s got my sketchbook in her hands. The sketchbook that’s full of drawings of her.
”
― Dolores Lane, Painting with Blood

“Moving to the rhythm doesn’t make you a dancer;
Nor does Carrying a brush make you a painter.

Building stones on other people’s backs will not make you an achiever;
It might make you a brick builder.”
― Nadine Sadaka Boulos

“Moving to the rhythm doesn’t make you a dancer,
Nor does Carrying a brush make you a painter.

Building stones on other people’s backs will not make you an achiever;
It might make you a brick builder.”
― Nadine Sadaka Boulos

“Four identical brushes loaded with different colors poked through the fingers of his left hand, as if he had snatched some great, gangly insect out of the air and its multicolored legs were shot with rigor mortis or surprise.”
― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu

“Dreams” a brilliant writer can inspire your dreams to come true and encourage new endeavors to become successful ones.”
― Terrance Robinson

“The thing was gone in an instant, crashing through the underbrush, but it wasn’t alone.

Others just like it, though not as large, bounded off through the trees.

Standing there, marveling at the speed and grace of the beasts, Andrew had felt a blinding urge to run off with them.”
― Vincent H. O'Neil, Lovecraftiana: The Magazine of Eldritch Horror

“Once I have entered this land, all the beauty in the world becomes a part of my being. Without even touching a canvas, I become a first-class painter.”
― Catherine Meurisse, La jeune femme et la mer

“A Churchyard In Summertime by Stewart Stafford

O, to stand in a quiet country churchyard,
The graveyard bending in summer zephyrs,
Chlorophyll light beneath swaying poplars,
Rook song in twilight's nocturne.

Oblivious hues spread upon canvas,
Beside the somnambulant swanning river,
Miasmas of midges at the water's edge,
In the crosshairs of a painter's thumb.

Then the sun rolls away over the horizon,
A veil draws across the long day's play,
A churn supper collection of basket and easel,
Recollections in the slumbering night.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A creative does not conform or apologize.”
― Rob Liano

“The soft voice of a piccolo glided through
the airy expanse of a small, brightly furnished
room. A tall painter, dark locks falling across her face, moved her brush fervently in a wave
of inspiration—and yet her ardor seemed
simultaneously as calm as the ripples of the lake that she depicted.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

“The painting was a dark line of trees behind rows of gorgeous pink lilies, the sun shining on the grass. Behind the branches, a blackness contrasted against the sunny field. Eerie eyes peered out from behind tree trunks. They were so imperceptible that I almost wouldn't have noticed them had they not been pointed out to me. It struck me as odd, considering the realist nature of the other paintings.
Devin moved, and the gentle scent of his woodsy cologne brushed my nose. He stepped back and motioned to another painting. From this view point, the paintings took on fantastical elements. Wings, ears, eyes, all hidden as though Dubois himself were seeing them only from the corner of his vision.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“I just wanted you to know... there will be a piece of you in me always, and I am eternally grateful for that. Since through you, I am." – Art.”
― Efrat Cybulkiewicz

“The painter must be ready to paint.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Maybe art’s just a mode of escapism, but I’ll take that. It’s certainly a lot cheaper (not to mention safer) than heroin. You can smack me up with art any day.”
― Sol Luckman, Musings from a Small Island: Everything under the Sun

“Inks don’t forget. But with enough coaxing, occasionally they can be persuaded to forgive.”
― Sol Luckman, Musings from a Small Island: Everything under the Sun