A Quote by Jean-Baptiste-Simeon Chardin

One makes use of pigments, but one paints with one's feelings. — © Jean-Baptiste-Simeon Chardin
One makes use of pigments, but one paints with one's feelings.
Who told you that one paints with colors? One makes use of colors, but one paints with emotions.
The sublime only paints the true, and that too in noble objects; it paints it in all its phases, its cause and its effect; it is the most worthy expression or image of this truth. Ordinary minds cannot find out the exact expression, and use synonymes.
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.
A painter paints to unload himself of feelings and visions.
One paints from nature not in order to copy, but to express feelings of grandeur.
When we digital artists talk about painting on the computer, that is exactly what we do. The paints we use are pixels, the brush we use is a pressure sensitive pen. The colors are the same as painters use, and how we get to the final image is the same gut wrenching way.
All our feelings, like the artist's paints and brush, are ways of communicating and sharing something meaningful from us to the world.
As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.
Fiction writers learn about the development of metaphor, the use of rhythm, the way that language is compacted in order to express the feelings of - express their own feelings and the feelings of their characters.
I don't use "feelings" as a diminutive word. I'm trying to take feelings back. I think of everyone on the internet whose response to everything is: "#Feelings! This is important, this is real, this is significant!" That connects to power, too. Wanting to feel like you have power and control over your life.
What use is my mind? Granted that it enables me to hail a bus and to pay my fare. But once I am inside my studio, what use is my mind? I have my model, my pencil, my paints. My mind doesn't interest me.
The reproach that superficial people formulate against Manet, that whereas once he painted ugliness, now he paints vulgarity, falls harmlessly to the ground, when we recognize the fact that he paints the truth.
In a way records are like paintings. Instead of using paints and brushes we use sounds and instruments.
Just as the pious man prays without speaking a word and the Almighty hearkens unto him, so the artist with true feelings paints and the sensitive man understands and recognizes it.
Daumier paints with an enormous capacity for absolute empathy; a complete identification of himself with the figures he paints. He sets forth what it feels like to do something; not what somebody looks like doing it.
To distance ourselves from our experience makes our feelings a liability, while staying in conversation with our experience makes our feelings a resource.
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