The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted. - Anthony Liccione
...the passage of time, which transformed the volatile present into that finished, unalterable painting called the past, a canvas man always executed blindly, with erratic brushstrokes that only made sense when one stepped far enough away from it to be able to admire it as a whole. -pg. 19 - Félix J. Palma
Dreams disdain fine lines and finishing touches on landscapes – they content themselves with thick but representative brushstrokes. - Machado de Assis