{"quotes":[{"text":"I'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["acceptance","antagonist","anti-hero","antihero","art","artist","bad","bad-guy","discernment","judgment","misunderstood","painting","perception","perspective","understanding","villain"],"id":213,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"Writing, music, sculpting, painting, and prayer! These are the three things that are most closely related! Writers, musicians, sculptors, painters, and the faithful are the ones who make things out of nothing. Everybody else, they make things out of something, they have materials! But a written work can be done with nothing, it can begin in the soul! A musical piece begins with a harmony in the soul, a sculpture begins with a formless, useless piece of rock chiseled and formed and molded into the thing that was first conceived in the sculptor's heart! A painting can be carried inside the mind for a lifetime, before ever being put onto paper or canvass! And a prayer! A prayer is a thought, a remembrance, a whisper, a communion, that is from the soul going to what cannot be seen, yet it can move mountains! And so I believe that these five things are interrelated, these five kinds of people are kin.","author":"C. JoyBell C.","tags":["art","artists","music","painting","prayer","sculpting","writers-on-writing","writing"],"id":789,"author_id":"C.+JoyBell+C."},{"text":"Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.","author":"Salvador Dali","tags":["personality","painting","part "],"id":3194,"author_id":"Salvador+Dali"},{"text":"Painting is by nature a luminous language.","author":"Robert Delaunay","tags":["art","language","painting "],"id":4668,"author_id":"Robert+Delaunay"},{"text":"For me, acting is about the art of it and it's about being on a film set and doing your thing, painting a blank canvas.","author":"Shailene Woodley","tags":["me","painting","acting "],"id":8294,"author_id":"Shailene+Woodley"},{"text":"... The house is on fire, but go ahead - finish painting the verandah...","author":"John Geddes","tags":["fire","house","painting","sarcasm-humor","verandah"],"id":9724,"author_id":"John+Geddes"},{"text":"I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.","author":"O. Henry","tags":["art","arts","bullets","music","paint","painting","soft-bullet"],"id":13798,"author_id":"O.+Henry"},{"text":"Life hands us storms so we can paint rainbows.","author":"Matshona Dhliwayo","tags":["adversity","challenges","grief","inspirational","inspirational","inspirational","inspirational-about-life","inspirational-for-women","inspirational-motivation","life-lesson","life-lessons","life","life","life","life-and-sayings","life-inspirational","motivation","motivational-inspirational","motivational","motivational-of-the-day","motivational","motivational-for-women","obstacles","overcome","overcomer","overcoming-adversity","overcoming-challenges","overcoming-fear","overcoming-obstacles","overcoming-pain","overcoming","pain","painting","perseverance","persistence","rainbow","resilience","sad","sadness","sadness-tears","sorrow","storm","storm","storms-of-life","tears","unhappy"],"id":15118,"author_id":"Matshona+Dhliwayo"},{"text":"If you’re to choose to paint your life today... What will it be? Remember, you’re the artist, not the canvas.","author":"Val Uchendu","tags":["artists","canvas-of-life","color","colors-of-life","inspirational","motivational","painting","today","wisdom"],"id":17351,"author_id":"Val+Uchendu"},{"text":"When she started with the first empty canvas, she didn’t know what she was going to paint, she just let her paint brushes glide and they religiously followed the trajectory of her angst; the choice of colours and the strokes, they were all a reflection of what was going through her mind. The reds were the embers within her that refused to die. The blues were the rare instances when she was spent by her grief. The blacks were her moments of absolute weakness, the colour of the bottomless pit within her that she had plunged into, falling through and through. The brush strokes moved around blank canvases like snakes with fangs of elixir that filled her scars with a deluge of hope and a gale of faith in herself. The colours spoke to her in whispers, narrating their own tale while she poured out hers to them. They allowed her to channel her life through them. They listened. They cared. They laughed. They cried. They reassured her that there was life waiting ahead, staring at her past, urging her forward with eager arms. And Preeti rushed into them with her brush in hand that rose along with her and fell along with her.","author":"Faraaz Kazi","tags":["art","artist","colours","drawing","letting-go","moving-on","painting","past","romance"],"id":19101,"author_id":"Faraaz+Kazi"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":351,"pages":36,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}