...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...
John GeddesStichwörter: god paint galaxies lips
You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.
R.K. LilleyStichwörter: soul beautiful paint
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.
Georgia O'Keeffe
Today is your day to paint life in bold colors;
set today’s rhythm with your heart-drum;
walk today’s march with courage;
create today as your celebration of life.
Stichwörter: life inspiration heart today paint
The sky is a canvas, so paint your own life.
Jada BerglundStichwörter: life inspiration live sky paint canvas
The spirit of arrogance most definitely makes you shine. It paints a bright red target on your own forehead.
Criss JamiStichwörter: arrogance selfishness spirit shine pride paint narcissism cockiness red target forehead
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
Claude MonetStichwörter: art artist sing paint bird
APPROACH
Rain is falling. Winter approaches. I drive towards it. In the slow rain. In the semi-darkness. Cello music is playing in the car. The deep sad sound of the cello. It almost swamps me. Routine endeavours to swamp me. The everyday paying of bills.
But I paint men walking in a city of icebergs and crystal. Some of the icebergs are red. I paint a woman swimming in green wavy water. Surrounded by desert mesas. Bright orange in the sunlight. With darker orange for shadows. I paint two people. With purple and pink and yellow and blue circles overlapping the boundaries of their bodies. Dancing.
Life is not ordinary. When I see you tonight I will press my lips to your eyelids. Each one in turn. I will rub my fingertips over the skin on the back of your hands and around your wrists. I will sigh. I will growl. I will whinny. I will gallop into your smile. One sharp foot after the other.
Stichwörter: rain winter routine paint ordinary cello
If you stand before a canvas, up close, almost to the point where your nose touches paint, you will see nothing but a blurred image; an image composed of thousands of tiny dots of paint. Stand back from the canvas and all those points of color merge to form an image of beauty recognizable to the human heart. Life is composed of thousands of tiny moments of time. Stand back and you will see a life of beauty, capable of touching the human heart.
PenStichwörter: life art beauty heart paint canvas
I wish I could paint like Raphael," Lucio said. "I'd paint you! You should smile more often - it's like dawn breaking over a snowfield.
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