I remember being disappointed when Papa had shown me Caravaggio's Judith. She was completely passive while she was sawing through a man's neck. Caravaggio gave all the feeling to the man. Apparently,...
Where there is no human connection, there is no compassion. Without compassion, then community, commitment, loving-kindness, human understanding, and peace all shrivel. Individuals become isolated, th...
Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer.
re: cutting glass..."You have to be in command of the glass, telling it where to release its hold on itself. Just like life. Otherwise it will splinter.
Painting. Carefully, I took down the goat, the chicken, and me and
She thought of all the people in all the paintings she had seen that day, not just Father's, in all the paintings of the world, in fact. Their eyes, the particular turn of a head, their loneliness or...
No one but another painter could know the delicacy required to balance the complexities, to keep reality at bay in order to remain in the innermost center of his work.
Paint a self-portrait, for our parlor. I want to see that one eyebrow permanently arched, permanently skeptical—the look of someone who doesn’t suffer prudes easily.
It’s better to have a hunger and appreciation for beauty than to be merely beautiful. In the end, life is richer that way. She may learn that.
Find some beauty along the way.
Allowing beauty a place in the soul was a powerful antidote to the stress and strain of mortal life.
Styles are merely the copying of what others have done, perhaps done better than we. God has given us our talents so as not to copy the talents of others, but rather to use our own imagination to obta...
No matter where life takes you,’ she said, ‘the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground.
If you want to preach, young man, you ought to wear some kind of clerical costume so people would be warned. In my mind, there are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still mo...
I leaned out the window to feel the night’s deep blue, the same dark air that surrounded him in Genoa or Paris or wherever he was. I would give a great deal to know what he was thinking right at this...
To me, art begets art. Painting feeds the eye just as poetry feeds the ear, which is to say that both feed the soul.
That’s what great art is supposed to do—help us to live in the spirit and die at peace.
Surely a woman, not just a painter, needs a place where she can nurture her individuality, where she can become. Pascal
Nature is God’s work, so I say nature motifs are just as spiritual, just as inspirational, as biblical images.
Think hard before you begin, then enter the work.