A Quote by Robert Genn

A drawing a day keeps the cobwebs away. — © Robert Genn
A drawing a day keeps the cobwebs away.
It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.
I like drawing. I like to spend the day drawing, the process is important for me. Drawing is a just a pleasure and it's nice to keep it going.
Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart.
Think, for a moment, of the countless happy childhood hours you spent with this amazing device: Drawing perfect horizontals, drawing perfect verticals, drawing really spastic diagonals, trying to scrape away the silver powder from the window so you could look inside.
A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.
A joke a day keeps the gloom away!
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
A drink a day keeps the shrink away.
I am trying to represent design through drawing. I have always drawn things to a high degree of detail. That is not an ideological position I hold on drawing but is rather an expression of my desire to design and by extension to build. This has often been mistaken as a fetish I have for drawing: of drawing for drawing’s sake, for the love of drawing. Never. Never. Yes, I love making a beautiful, well-crafted drawing, but I love it only because of the amount of information a precise drawing provides
One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.
An apple a day, if well aimed, keeps the doctor away.
An apple a day keeps anyone away, if you throw it hard enough.
Maybe some day they'll find me behind the computer, just bones and cobwebs.
[Constant curiousity leads to happiness:] I wake up curious every day and every day I'm surprised by something. And if I can just recognize that surprise every day and say, 'Oh, that's a new thing, that's a new gift that I got today that I didn't even know about yesterday,' it keeps me going. It keeps me more than going. It keeps me enthusiastic and grateful!
You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.
I cleaned the attic with the wife the other day. Now I can't get the cobwebs out of her hair.
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