Ellsworth Kelly Quotes

A room is not a room without natural light.

Sunlight is painting.

My home has to feel airy and bright with natural light. I don't switch on lamps until it is literally black outside.

Of all creatures in this visible world, light is the most glorious; of all light, the light of the sun without compare excels the rest.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

In the full light of day, I don't want to think about the sunset.

I have not much love for the bright lights - unless it's the sun creeping up over the horizon.

Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

I'm a big believer of daylight in the studio.

Although I have two good Anglepoise lights, I much prefer to work by daylight.

When I am in New York, you know, my studio is big, about 20,000 to 25,000 square feet, and I have painting rooms and rooms I do etching in, rooms I do lithographs.

I still love a lot of the guys who just paint.

Sculpture is an art of the open air. Daylight, sunlight, is necessary to it, and for me, its best setting and complement is nature.

Mid-morning is a good time for selfies because of the natural light.

Paint is the skin of a painting: it is fiction. In houses, it disguises the plumbing and wiring and studs and nails.

I love white walls because white reflects the light and is a great backdrop for art.

Even with painting, even abstract paintings, you need the incoming of, light on the canvas.

More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun.

Also marvelous in a room is the light that comes through the windows of a room and that belongs to the room. The sun does not realize how beautiful it is until after a room is made. A man’s creation, the making of a room, is nothing short of a miracle. Just think, that a man can claim a slice of the sun.

Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.

It is not night when I do see your face.

I don't want to be a film-maker. I think painting is far more exciting and profound. It's always at the back of my mind - let's give up this silly business of film-making and concentrate on something more satisfying and worthwhile.

The morning woods were utterly new. A strong yellow light pooled beneath the trees; my shadow appeared and vanished on the path, since a third of the trees I walked under were still bare, a third spread a luminous haze wherever they grew, and another third blocked the sun with new, whole leaves. The snakes were out - I saw a bright, smashed one on the path - and the butterflies were vaulting and furling about; the phlox was at its peak, and even the evergreens looked greener, newly created and washed.

The light of morning decomposes everything.