Made up of corallitic accretions and painful increments, lit on rare occasions by bolts of revelation, and then stuffed behind the wainscotting to grope in the mouse-turd dust, art is the equivalent of athlete's foot, at best an exquisite itch,… — Harold Town Copy Share Image
Painting is still to a great extent dominated by a central image; corners in most cases are like uninvited guests at a party, uneasy… — Harold Town Copy Share Image
It's such an honour being banned in Italy, the mother of sensuality. It's like being asked to straighten your tie in a bordello... It's… — Harold Town Copy Share Image
I don't believe anyone really likes paint, unless he's tempted to eat it. — Harold Town Copy Share Image
If art could be absolutely verified as to importance in, say, the way gold can be judged for purity and weight, then it would… — Harold Town Copy Share Image
Made up of corallitic accretions and painful increments, lit on rare occasions by bolts of revelation, and then stuffed behind the wainscotting to grope… — Harold Town Copy Share Image
It took me over a couple of months to find the right piece of transparent paper for a section near the centre, on the… — Harold Town Copy Share Image
Thomson's small oil sketches of the last years palpitate and throb. They are as direct in attack as a punch in the nose. — Harold Town Copy Share Image
