Color is the language of the poets. It is astonishingly lovely. To speak it is a privilege. — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight… — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
Anything can be any color at any time depending on what color everything else is at the time. — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
A red apple isn't red, nor the lemon yellow. The sky is seldom blue, only when it isn't. — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
My problem is to bring together in a painting two seemingly conflicting, impossibly unmixable ideas. One is that the finished work shall evoke a… — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
I must react selectively, contrarily, arbitrarily, perversely, and always with intensity directly from the subject. — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
Color is the language of the poets. It is astonishingly lovely. To speak it is a privilege. — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight of some… — Keith Crown Copy Share Image
