Color Quotes - Page 61

Bill Evans is a real serious jazz pianist who, in my book, crossed over boundaries in terms of color. He used the piano as his canvas.

Your painting is the marking of your progression into nature, a sensation of something you see way beyond the two pretty colors over there. Don't stop to paint the material, but push on to give the spirit.

One gets to the heart of the matter by a series of experiences in the same pattern, but in different colors.

First of all, I always see the sun! The way I want to identify myself and others is with halos here and there halos, movements of color. And that, I believe, is rhythm.

On the sixth day, God created the artist, realizing no doubt that He had far from exhausted the uses of color.

It was like trying to break up with the color orange, or Wednesday, or silent e. It was the most passionate and tumultuous relationship I'd ever known.

You always make a film with the hope that all types of people will want to see your work and that it doesn't matter about your color, but unfortunately it still does.

The only difference between me and those other great Yankees is my skin color.

The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.

The eyes of India only see in color.

Freedom of religion is one of the greatest gifts of God to man, without distinction of race and color. He is the author and lord of conscience, and no power on earth has a right to stand between God and the conscience.

When they show the destruction of society on color TV, I want to be able to look out over Los Angeles and make sure they get it right.

You learn from experiences, and I suppose that's where I color most of my music, from experiences.

This is truly marvelous work full of mystery, nostalgia, joy, The Color of Whimsy.

Spatial art does not begin with a poetic mood or idea, but with construction of one or more figures, with the harmonizing of several colors and tones, or with the devaluation of spatial relationships and so on.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

My favorite color is blue, and my secret favorite color is pink.

I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.

What I have to do is utilize as best I can the ideas which objects suggest to me, connect, fuse, and color in my way the shadows they cast within me, illumine them from the inside. And since of necessity my vision is quite different from that of the next man, my painting will interpret things in an entirely different manner even though it makes use of the same elements.

I want to know one thing, what is color?

The question of what we are can only be answered by ourselves. We each decide what we are by the life choices we make. How we were made, who are parents are, where we are from, the color of our skin, who we choose to love, all those things do not define us. Our actions define us, and will keep defining us until even after death.

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

Color in painting lures the eyes as verses do in poetry.

The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.

It's a drag having to wear socks during matches, because the tan, like, stops at the ankles. I can never get my skin, like, color coordinated.