The artist, busy and
The artist, busy and unsettled, can find a moment’s peace – and even whole-being rejuvenation – by quietly attuning to a red sky, a gray sky, a black sky, a blue sky. Eric Maisel
Blue Sky
My only sketch, profile,
My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June – and in it are my friends – every one of them. Emily Dickinson
There is silver blue,
There is silver blue, sky blue and thunder blue. Every colour holds within it a soul, which makes me happy or repels me, and which acts as a stimulus. To a person who has no art in him, colours are colours, tones tones…and that is all. All their consequences for the human spirit, which range … Read more
Yellow can express happiness,
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. Emil Nolde
Blue skies Smiling
Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Ella Fitzgerald
Never shall I forget
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Elie Wiesel
If the sight of
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. Eleanora Duse
Traveling is irritating to
Traveling is irritating to me, but not driving. Going to the airport makes me nervous, but when I set out to just take a leisurely drive, it’s blue skies and puffy clouds and time. Edward Ruscha
It\\’s like my having
It’s like my having to walk down thousands and thousands of white marble stairs…and nothing but a very very blue sky, very blue…and I’d have to walk down them forever. I never thought about going up…Don’t you think that must mean something? Edie Sedgwick
How prone poor Humanity
How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky. E. T. A. Hoffmann