artists and paintings [Theme]

I laid bare to the stars,
To the deep wounds
To the brightest happiness.
I ready - to-paint canvas -
The artist in the hands of Dan,
To soak his eyes
and hugs.
He knows, moreover, that I am the canvas?
Who am I to him but a sky without clouds?
He throws me a handful of silence,
And I blooms the word "love".

Outhouse painting jostle installation.

But what to do, I can't be the least bit happy, easy, well, in a word, do not understand themselves outside of the painting. I've never loved so nature was not so sensitive to it, I've never felt I divine something spilled all over, but not everyone sees that even can not be called, because it is not amenable to reason, analysis, and attained through love. Without this feeling cannot be a true artist. Many people do not understand, call, perhaps, romantic nonsense - let them! They're the soul of discretion... But this is my insight is for me a source of deep suffering. Could there be anything more tragic, how to feel the endless beauty of the landscape, to notice the sacred mystery, to see God in everything and not be able to, conscious of their weakness, to Express these large feelings...

What could be considered a point on a completely blank background, which becomes a plane when near to the main plane there is a very thin line.

I hope I live long enough I will be able to create such a creation to the end of their days I could say: "Yes, that's what leads the creative life of the artist."

Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. As I paid, I expect to get what you want.

- I can't imagine that Monet blushing.
- He paints landscapes.

The people among whom from now on I want to be is artists and those who have suffered: those who know the Beautiful, and those who have known Sorrow, - I'm not interested in anyone else.

Sorry I didn't save the picture after he was worth millions.

It was the most erotic moment of my life. At least at the time.
- And what happened next?
- You want to ask, was there anything further? Forced to disappoint you - Jack was a true professional.

- Who is the author?
Some kind of Picasso.
- "A Picasso"... it will cost nothing, trust me.

A beautiful frame makes the painting beautiful.

Picasso - noble master deformability art of disguise.

I have such an imagination that can draw without a model.