Pain is very visceral, particularly to the people who are hurting.

Mahlangu follows a local tradition through which this particular type of painting technique is handed down in the family, communicated, learned and transmitted only by women (in the past)

Like the poet Po Chüyi, the Chinese scholar "utilized Confucianism to order his conduct, utilized Buddhism to cleanse his mind, and then utilized history, paintings, mountains, rivers, wine, music and song to soothe his spirit.

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(Driving through a Picaso painting) Take that Guernica!

?Ndebele painting comes from a context of architecture. It is the painting of the house.

?She has spanned the horizon of both painting locally and painting globally.”

Okay. You know, I lost my family. Wife divorced me. Kids won't even talk to me. And for what?

A world of grief and pain
Oh God, but flowers bloom, even then.

?Since being a young child, Esther had a will to paint,”

Shelley was kicked out of Oxford—I think the story is unauthenticated, but who cares—because he painted a sign on the end wall of a dead-end alley: THIS WAY TO HEAVEN. I feel that every now and then his sign needs repainting.

?To paint is in my heart and in my blood,”

After listening to Masih and watching what's happening in the streets of Tehran, and though it pains me to say it, if only Russian men were as brave as Iranian women!

This guy was going to marmalise me! I mean, where's the kudos in beating up a seven-stone fucking consumptive? I was a self-confessed coward, then as now. My coat of arms has been detailed elsewhere: four white feathers on a field of yellow. Nothing for me is more terrifying than physical pain....

I feel lonely as I gaze at the moon. I feel lonely as I think about myself, and I feel lonely as I ponder upon this wretched life of mine. I want to cry out that I am lonely, but no one asks me how I feel.

My brain's gone, my soul's worn, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on