What did Georgia O'Keeffe mean by: My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around. - Georgia O'Keeffe Copy
+ Anyone who doesn’t feel the crosses simply doesn’t get that country. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Country, Crosses, Flower, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Fool, Paint, Stupid, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ I believe an artist is the last person in the world who can afford to be affected. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Artist, Believe, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Happiness, Important, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ I like an empty wall because I can imagine what I like on it. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Imagination, Imagine, Wall, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ I don’t know what Art is but I know some things it isn’t when I see them. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Art, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at – not copy it. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Art, Copies, Flower, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
+ I find that I have painted my life – things happening in my life – without knowing. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Georgia O'Keeffe, Happenings, Knowing, 0 - Georgia O'Keeffe
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate. - Jean Vanier Philosopher and theologian
