The color of truth is gray
The color of the object illuminated partakes of the color of that which illuminates it
The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color
It is not the form that dictates the color, but the color that brings out the form
Entertainment and art are not isolated. Entertainment is in art like color in pictures.
Color is sensibility in material form, matter in its primordial state.
We get used to a certain kind of color of form or format, and it's acceptable. And to puncture that is sticking your neck out a bit. And then pretty soon, that's very acceptable.
Seek the strongest color effect possible.. the content is of no importance.
Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who, thanks to their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.
She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel
The only color I don't have is navy brown.
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us.
The fact that people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I can communicate those basic human emotions.. the people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when painting them. And if you say you are moved only by their color relationships then you miss the point.
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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