“Still I should paint my own places best; painting is with me but another word for feeling, and I associate "my careless boyhood" with all that lies on the banks of the Stour; those scenes made me a painter, and I am grateful; that is, I had often thought of pictures of them before ever I touched a pencil, and your picture ['The White Horse'] is one of the strongest instance I can recollect of it.” ShouldMadeStillsI CanFeelingsLyingMy OwnWhitePaintingSceneHorseGratefulPaintPainterInstanceTouchedStrongestAssociatesPencilsCarelessI Am GratefulBoyhoodWhite Horse Author:John Constable
“I use a special tool. I make it myself; very sharp steel point and a handle like a pencil. For me it is a pencil. Maybe I have a special talent, a feeling you might say that lets me control it, to express my ideas as though I were sketching black on white.” IdeasUseFeelingsMightBlackWhiteSpecialTalentMaterialsToolsLet MeHandleSteelPencilsSketchingSpecial Talents Author:Ugo Mochi
“In order to create an image almost similar to that of a pencil case standing up and walking, I try to eliminate all excess by cutting. I have the feeling that this process (of "cutting off") is linked in some way to "elegance". Elegance and so-called "eliminating excess", or the beauty that remains after excess has beeen eliminated...” WayTryingFeelingsOrderProcessCasesCuttingWalkingStandingRemainsExcessLinkedPencilsEleganceEliminatingCutting Off Author:Yohji Yamamoto
“I don't understand the feeling of, the way people speak of writing as though it were, like, some kind of djinn to be summoned or like it's the Loch Ness monster or seeing a shooting star. It's a physical act. It is a thing you do with your muscles and your body and your willpower. Watch, I'll show you: get a piece of paper. Get a pencil. Put the pencil on the paper and write the word 'something.'” PeopleWayWritingKindBookShowsFeelingsBodySpeakStarsWatchesPiecesSeeingPaperYour BodyMonstersComicShootingMusclesComic BookPencilsWillpowerShooting StarLoch Ness Monster Author:Matt Fraction
“I can't get over the exciting beauty of New York - the pencil buildings so high and far that the blueness of the sky floats about them; the feeling that one's taxis, and shopping, all go on in the deep canyon-beds of natural erosions rather than in the excrescences of human builders.” HumansI CanFeelingsNaturalSkyNew YorkBuildingGoes OnBedExcitingShoppingGet OverPencilsFloatsTaxiBuilderCanyonsErosion Book:Letters: New worlds for old, 1943-46 Source: Letters: New worlds for old, 1943-46