#drawing

To do a drawing for a painting most often means doing something very sketchy and schematic and then later making it polished. ↗

— Jasper Johns

#drawing #later #making #means #most

The whole essence of good drawing - and of good thinking, perhaps - is to work a subject down to the simplest form possible and still have it believable for what it is meant to be. ↗

— Chuck Jones

#down #drawing #essence #form #good

If you start with character, you probably will end up with good drawings. ↗

— Chuck Jones

#drawings #end #good #probably #start

It became clear to me that I had to push it toward a more representational way of drawing. ↗

— Joe Sacco

#clear #drawing #had #i #me

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows. ↗

— Siegfried Sassoon

#death #dividend #drawing #grey #land

I just recently did a film with Disney, and they put the drawings straight on the computer. And it's all painted on the computer now and not by hand anymore. ↗

— Gerald Scarfe

#computer #did #disney #drawings #film

I start drawing, and eventually the characters involve themselves in a situation. Then in the end, I go back and try to cut out most of the preachments. ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#characters #cut #drawing #end #eventually

If I had girls to educate I would not have them learn both music and drawing. ↗

— Anne Seward

#drawing #educate #had #i #learn

I really wanted to be a cartoonist, and I was in 4th or 5th grade and I would bring my drawings in, and I'd look around, and everyone could draw better than me. Everyone. My drawings were just awful. So that's why I had to write. ↗

— R. L. Stine

#awful #better #bring #cartoonist #could

I didn’t think while I drew. The pencil flew across the page making marks, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Often times I didn’t know what it was going to be until it was completed. The cemetery was still with only a few birds calling off in the distance from time to time. When I finished I was not at all surprised by what had taken form on my paper. It was a portrait of my dad. He was sitting behind the tombstone, using it as a desk, his laptop open in front of him. He wore a peaceful smile. I smiled, too, as another tear fell. ↗

— Marysue G. Hobika

#drawing #death