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Asexual, aseasonal, rectangular, slick palette of blacks, touches of pure grays and intense dark blues.
The distinct blue, red, and yellow colors ... though they have not the kind of harmony which is produced by a variety of broken and transparent colors, have the effect of grandeur.
green with little golden spots.
As basic rules of a language must be practiced continually, and therefore are never fixed, so exercises toward distinct color effects never are done or over. New and different cases will be discovered time and again.
The right use of color can make any composition work.
Contrast warm to cool. Make color sing, ring like a bell. Work from big to small.
Color is seductive. It changes as it interacts with other colors, it changes because of the light falling upon it, and it changes as it becomes larger in size.
Seek the strongest color effect possible ... the content is of no importance.
Colours started to seep into his black and white life
Color is a language, like music.
Everyone has a colorful life. You just have to get out your crayons.
Only the series of colors on the canvas with all their power and vibrancy could, in combination with each other, render the chromatic feeling of that landscape.
The pigment must be mixed with the tears of spinsters of good family, who must live long lives of impeccable virtue and die without ever having had a day of true happiness.
Colors play an important part of our world, so when you mix them up the outcome can be beautiful... Love blindly and selflessly.
Colour can transform our environment and increase our productivity. It can enhance our social life, and improve our state of health.
Yellow can express happiness, and then again, pain. There is flame red, blood red, and rose red; there is silver blue, sky blue, and thunder blue; every color harbors its own soul, delighting or disgusting or stimulating me.
Think colour! Know how to imagine it!
You select the colors of your thoughts; drab or bright, weak or strong, good or bad. You select the colors of your emotions; discordant or harmonious, harsh or quiet, weak or strong. You select the colors of your acts; cold or warm, fearful or daring, small or big.
I want color and form to have contradictorily functions.
What color is in a picture, enthusiasm is in life.
Confetti
green, how I want you green.
Green despite the red despite
the rest.
Nature is the mother of creativity in a blink of eye it changes its colour.
One of the wise and awful truths which this brown-paper art reveals, is that, white is a colour. It is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black.
My colors are logically chosen.
It is not enough to place colors, however beautiful, one beside the other; colors must also react on one another. Otherwise, you have cacophony.
The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.
Color is joy. One does not think joy. One is carried by it.
Find your happiest colours - the ones that make you feel good.
I haven't yet managed to capture the colour of this landscape; there are moments when I'm appalled at the colours I'm having to use, I'm afraid what I'm doing is just dreadful and yet I really am understating it; the light is simply terrifying.
I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.
Color cannot stand alone.
Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.
What color is it today?
Colors were dynamite for us.
I think colors are miraculous. We live in a universe that is extremely creative and magical. We become happier as we appreciate these things in nature.
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
... On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden ...
One who knows how to appreciate color relationships, the influence of one color with another, their contrasts and dissonances, is promised an infinite variety of images.
I see love in black and white. Passion in shades of "gris". But when it comes to you and I, color is all I see.
Having small touches of colour makes it more colourful than having the whole thing in colour.
life colors how you see the world, and the
Now I really feel the landscape, I can be bold and include every tone of blue and pink: it's enchanting, it's delicious.
Red was ruby, green was fluorescent, yellow was simply incandescent. Color was life. Color was everything.
Color, you see, was the universal sign of magic.
Fine colour implies a unified relationship, in which each part is subordinate to the whole, and the transitions between them are felt to be as precious and beautiful as the colours themselves. In fact, the colours themselves must be continuously modified and broken as part of the transition.
There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman.
Every sky with its varied tints and every feather of each bird were coloured by hand; and when it is considered that nearly two hundred and eighty thousand illustrations in the present work have been so treated, it will most likely cause some astonishment to those who give the subject a thought.
Your life will be colourful if you just add colours to your life! It is your own decisions that will determine to have a miserable or a marvellous life!
After all, color in itself has no color - it's simply a construction of the mind: a sensation, like the Humming Chorus from Madame Butterfly and the smell of honeysuckle.
Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily.
I much prefer the colors dancing in my mind.
In the art of design, color is to form what verse is to prose,
a more harmonious and luminous vehicle of the thought.
Make sure that the very different colors go next to each other so it looks deliberate. You don't want to look as if you've just run out of colour and gone for the next nearest thing.
The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.
Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
You take ordinary things and turn them rainbow bright. It's what makes you so special.
In teaching color, you teach people how to look something and see the tone in it and break it down to be able to paint it and reproduce that color. But then, I'm psychedelic, so I look at color differently. I like colors that are in contrast with one another, so that they flicker back and forth.
Color is a language. It is the language of painting. How painting expresses itself is in large part with color.
The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with base notes, or dark lake with the treble.
Emotions of every color create the rich work of art that is life.
The canvas of your life can reflect infinite beauty depending on the colors you opt to splash on it.
What is the colour of abstraction? What is the smell of hope?
Laughter! I remember laughter. I did laughter a lot, he thought. These colours spinning around them are matching their mirth, changing from moment to moment, flaring out as they run and throw and catch. There are silver joy-waves rippling about them
Paint in blue and black ... sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
If you can't be good, be colorful.
If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?
Only you could put color in a colorless world.
I always like to play with a lot of color. Color is great.
The effect is captivating as all of the tones mix, like a watercolor with hues swirled together, and lovely carrying notes long after the fingers are lifted from the keys.
The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colours more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color.
Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
Life...is like the chameleon, changing colour all the time.
You put on a pair of Louboutins and the world changes colour.
Colour is a human need like water and fire. It is a raw material indispensable to life
Color is the melody of light.
Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.
Grandeur of effect is produced by two different ways which seem entirely opposed to each other. One is by reducing the colors to little more than chiaroscuro ... and the other, by making the colors very distinct and forcible ... but still, the presiding principle of both those manners is simplicity.
Several shades of the color, cloudy, silvery shades, churn underneath the surface of his skin, making him look marbled, textured. It paints a barely believable portrait. Every feature on him works in harmony to create, well, a person. But he's unlike any person I've ever seen.
And highlighted with bold streaks
Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.
I feel in colour, strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly inclined. Beige and magnolia and a hint of pink are what the well-decorated heart is wearing; who wants my blood red and vein-blue?
She lived in shades of black and gray - sometimes a dark purple will slip in in the form of shoelaces or a headband - but she painted the entire world with color. She painted my entire world with color.
islanded in a sea of meaningless color,
Any color works if you push it to the extreme.
Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.
The colours of the glass throw blue and green onto her wet cheeks. The sea wind picks up her hair violet electrics snap and sparkle between the strands.
Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.
The importance of colour is as nothing compared with that of form, chiaroscuro and arrangement. They are the true and enduring bases of pictorial art.
Give freedom to colours and then you shall meet the rainbow everywhere!
colored thing over the door as if it's contaminated. "Got it," he says, as if he's retrieved a Frisbee. "Savannah, do you have this in something a little more exciting? A brighter color?
Color is only beautiful when it means something.
My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or magenta.
But the infinite gradations of color in a fine sunset - from salmon to canary to midnight blue - left him wordless.
I really love color.
It is Love that transforms it from black and white, to breathtaking, beautiful inspiring colors
We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally.
I open my eyes and stare at the page. I see the black letters. But I also see the pinks and greens and purples and yellows. I can't say I'm surprised.
Be humble about it. Paint the color tones as they come against each other, and make them sing, vibrate. Don't ask me to look at those self-satisfied, pretty things.
In most scripts, one or two characters have a lot of colors.
Her friends' lips were red, their teeth white, and their tongues and gums were pink. Pink, too, were the tips of their breasts. Their eyes were aquamarine blue, cherry-black, hazel and maroon.
Colour is the ultimate in art. It is still and will always remain a mystery to us, we can only apprehend it intuitively in flowers.