John Ruskin Quotes

The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us.

There is no criterion by which to recognize what is a color, except that it is one of our colors.

There is indeed no such thing in life as absolute darkness; one's eyes revolt and hasten to fill the vacuum by floating in sparks, dream patterns, figures whimsical and figures grotesque, shifting and clad in complementary colors, to appease the indignant cups and rods of the retina.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.

Color is an intense experience on its own.

Because of this the representation I'm interested in is of those things only the eye can touch.

You think you're looking at things all the time, but you're not looking at things, you're looking at what your brain is interpreting through light and color. And who knows what everybody else sees?

Art first of all is optical. That's where the material of our art is: in what our eyes think.

We never really perceive what color is physically!

Human vision is endowed with the greatest Reality, since it comes to us directly from the contemplation of the Universe.

The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.

I should say that I am a visual person. I experience with my eyes and never, or rarely, with my ears... to my constant regret.

All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs.

There are three aspects to perspective. The first has to do with how the size of objects seems to diminish according to distance: the second, the manner in which colors change the farther away they are from the eye; the third defines how objects ought to be finished less carefully the farther away they are.

Light is a thing that cannot be reproduced, but must be represented by something else - by color.

Since light is best expressed through differences in color quality, color should not be handled as a tonal gradation, to produce the effect of light.

Drawing is of the Spirit and color of the Senses.

An optical impression is produced on our organs of sight which makes us classify as light, half-tone or quartertone, the surfaces represented by colour sensations. So that light does not exist for the painter.

Light is therefore color.

Color is sensitivity in material form, substance in its purest form.

The mobility of the eye is such a fundamental treasure that we have, and that coexists with sensation. On the dance floor, you are totally in reality, while also experiencing this dream imagery of changing colors and wet surfaces of skin. Sometimes it's the shadow outline in the strobe light, and in another moment it's the closeup of an armpit that you're looking into. I'm not photographing all the time, but it's something that I actually see all the time, and not just on the dance floor.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

I see all of them. All the colors.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.