Portrait Quotes

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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

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

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

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

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,

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

Blaise Pascal
“Eloquence is painted thought, and thus those who, after having painted it, add somewhat more, make a picture, not a portrait.”
Blaise Pascal, The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

Lisa Kleypas
“As he lifted his head, he saw a painting on the wall, in a carved and gilded frame. It was a luminous portrait of the Duchess with her children when they were still young. The group was arranged on the settee, with Ivo, still an infant, on his mother's lap. Gabriel, Raphael, and Seraphina were seated on either side of her, while Phoebe leaned over the back of the settee. Her face was close to her mother's, her expression tender and slightly mischievous, as if she were about to tell her a secret or make her laugh.”
Lisa Kleypas, Devil's Daughter

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

Jenim Dibie
“A person is a collage of people warring to become a portrait.”
Jenim Dibie

Patrick Rothfuss
“In some ways it began when I heard her singing
her voice twinning with my own
Her Voice was like a portrait of her soul
Wild as a fire, sharp as a shattered glass
Sweet and clean as clover”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Jon Gresham
“We weren’t happy together but we lived in a state of easy, mild contentment. We shared everything except the stupid fucking secret hanging round your neck. I imagined tiny photographs: portraits in sepia of your parents, their faces partially obscured by goitres. Meanwhile, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, maybe not even in a decade from now but one day: the planet would fall apart.”
Jon Gresham, We Rose Up Slowly

“A portrait is a painting in which there is something wrong with the mouth.”
E. Speicher

Waswo X. Waswo
“My studio team and I approached the creation of this series with enthusiasm, wit, sincerity and sometimes more than a dash of humour. Is the result just another foray into the clichés of Orientalism? I think not. For the most part the people photographed became co-conspirators in our elaborate game of recreating reality. They enjoyed chai with us and a morning samosa (we most always shoot in the early morning since it is the best time to utilize available light). Our models were indeed “posed and paid”, but they cooperated by suggesting so many things themselves… eagerly grasping the process we were undertaking and joining in the creation of what generally became more than just a photo shoot. Each session in the studio became an “event”…an episode of manufactured expression in which all participated and all remembered.”
Waswo X Waswo, Men of Rajasthan

Jojo Moyes
“She listens to the history of her painting read aloud in court and finds it hard to associate her portrait, the little painting that has hung serenely on her bedroom wall, with such trauma, such globally significant events.”
JoJo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

Anthony Powell
“In an inexplicable way he was quite different from anyone else....He was smallish, neat, solidly built....Possibly he was a man who at once became self-conscious before a camera. Even snapshots tend to give him an air of swagger, a kind of cockiness he did not possess at all. [On. F. Scott Fitzgerald]”
Anthony Powell

Lisa Kleypas
“He set his miniature of Lara on the semicircular table against the wall, and ran his finger lightly along the worn edges of the enameled frame. With an expert touch he opened the frame to reveal the delicate portrait inside. The familiar sight of her face soothed and refreshed him as always.
The portrait artist hadn't adequately captured the lushness of her mouth, the singular sweetness of her expression, the color of her eyes, like mist in a green meadow. No mere brush on canvas could have conveyed such things.
Lara was a rare woman with an unusual capacity for caring about others. Generous and easily entreated, she seemed to have a talent for accepting people with all their flaws.”
Lisa Kleypas, Stranger in My Arms

“An eloquent orgasm paints the most beautiful portrait of life.”
Alan Maiccon

Susan Sontag
“A portrait that declines to name its subject becomes complicit, if inadvertendy in the cult of celebrity that has fueled an insatiable appetite for the opposite sort of photograph: to grant only the famous their names demotes the rest to representative instances of their occupations, their ethnicities, their plights.”
Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others

“...of his family that he should be painted; he consented at length for his children's sake, but was disturbed when the portrait arrived: "I was but too much taken with my own shadow when it came home; but then I thought, a man should study both to be blameless and eminently active, that presumes to leave a picture behind him. If it put in mind of evil or of no good done by him, it is to little or bad purpose." The extreme Puritan would have rejected the idea of a portrait out of hand as a mortal vanity. p126”
David Piper, The English Face

“The Greeks produced lively portraits and the aesthetes living ones, but perhaps we will be the first generation to wholly abandon the portrait in favor of life itself.”
Michael Shindler

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Imagination is an invincible portrait.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Sakoon Singh
“She would be asked to climb a low wooden platform in the hall and hold an expression for a class. Students would shuffle their gaze quickly, back and forth from her to their easels to get the details. She felt hugely self conscious to begin with, with two dozen eager eyes gazing at her, taking in her every detail, warts and all, her cheeks flushed and her folded leg trembling involuntarily. She would make an extra effort to cover her front teeth by pulling the lower lip over them. This and her self consciousness would tire her. But a few sessions down and she became used to the attention. And then, also she had also never known such leisure. This sitting idle had its benefits. She realised she would find solution to many a pending question. She would make little budgeting of her savings in her head. Her mind would move from matters of the canteen to Pali’s problem. At times she would so overcome with wretchedness that she would have to deliberately snap out of her thoughts and begin to inaudibly recite the mool mantar. However, all in all, she began to look forward to this. Like zero hour. At the end of what was a fortnight or twenty days of sitting, she was overwhelmed, looking at a studio full of her portraits.”
Sakoon Singh, In The Land of The Lovers

Donna Tartt
“I think of something I read about Sargent: how in portraiture, Sargent always looked for the animal in the sitter (a tendency that, once I knew to look for it, I saw everywhere in his work: in the long foxy noses and pointed ears of Sargent’s heiresses, in his rabbit-toothed intellectuals and leonine captains of industry, his plump, owl-faced children).”
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

James Joyce
“- You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perhaps as long as eternity too.”
James Joyce, A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce version illustrated by Brian Keogh

“Behind every selfportrait,
There's an idea I want to convey,
A pose, a concept, a quote;
I want to inteprete.

But most often than not : this is not about me.

It's about curves,
It's about light,
It's about motion,
And emotions.

At a certain period,
When artists wanted to represent themselves,
They had to sit and paint,
And lie and wait.

For hours.

And during those times they spent,
In layers and layers of colours,
They had to have this whole introspection process...

It's got to be.

Because it's about expressing something that comes from within.

It's about sharing a part of ourselves;
A part we'd rather keep secret.”
Lora Kiddo

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