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.
Thank you for allowing me to use colors as rich and deep as you please. I had always wanted to do so, yet was never allowed because of the color capabilities of our lithographers. Now that I have done it, I don't think I'll ever go back.
My Panasonic typewriter can make graphs. It types in four different colors.
The art of an artist must be his own art. It is... always a continuous chain of little inventions, little technical discoveries of one's own, in one's relation to the tool, the material and the colors.
Every time I get a script it's a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It's like falling in love. You can't give a reason why.
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
A lot of the American press at the time was saying 'just watch what happens when Bertelsmann tries to buy EMI, that will be a moment of truth that will show the Commission's true colors.' Well, that deal never happened either.
I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment.
My characters have undergone the same process of simplification as the colors. Now that they have been simplified, they appear more human and alive than if they had been represented in all their details.
I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.
I use colors to bring fine points of story and character.