My sin as a painter is that I just want to paint anything I want to paint - and repaint.

The Gold Rush and the Pony Express made Sacramento a substantial place in terms of enterprise.

I was a painter, perhaps, but I am not any longer a painter. I didn't paint for many, many years - but at least two or three decades.

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.

The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.