I'm not a very good painter but I'm learning a lot.

Learning lines is on my mind until I do know them. I'll read the paper or paint the house to keep from starting to memorize. I've never found an easy way.

The worlds I paint leave a lot to engage the imagination by hinting at what lies beyond the four edges of the painting. I think getting beyond the four edges of an opportunity or challenge is one of the basic skills you need in business.

But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast amid its gay creation hues like hers?

When one paints an ideal one does not need to limit one's imagination.

Painting and sculpture are very archaic forms. It's the only thing left in our industrial society where an individual alone can make something with not just his own hands but brains imagination heart maybe.

To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.

Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.

I paint objects as I think them not as I see them.

Concerning God freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be all that vain men imagine or believe or hope can paint or suffering may achieve we descanted.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

I do portraits. I usually do live models in a class environment but I've been painting at home more. I really love the human form and I love faces. I've tried to do landscapes a few times.

I don't know what my label is. I just think of myself as a plain forward. I like to think I have some finesse to my game but inside the paint is where men are made. If you can't play there you should be home with your mama.

When I stop working I go out and start working again. Most people paint a picture or whatever they do and go home. For me it has to be continuous.

A strange thing is memory and hope one looks backward and the other forward one is of today the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain memory is a painter it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

For example lead paint in old houses can be a greater threat to children's health than lead that may be under some industrial site where there are no children.

No person who is not a great sculptor or painter can be an architect. If he is not a sculptor or painter he can only be a builder.

Life is a great big canvas throw all the paint you can at it.

The '20s ended in an era of extravagance sort of like the one we're in now. There was a big crash but then the country picked itself up again and we had some great years. Those were the days when American believed in itself. I was happy and proud to be painting it.

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again from zero.

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.

Obama is trying to paint us as a caricature as if we're some bizarre individualists who are hardcore libertarians. It's a false dichotomy and intellectually lazy. Of course we believe in government. We think government should do what it does really well but that it has limits.

It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer. You need less imagination to be a painter because you can invent things. But in photography everything is so ordinary it takes a lot of looking before you learn to see the extraordinary.

White... is not a mere absence of colour it is a shining and affirmative thing as fierce as red as definite as black... God paints in many colours but He never paints so gorgeously I had almost said so gaudily as when He paints in white.