Will Cotton
Will Cotton
Will Cottonis an American painter. His work primarily features landscapes composed of sweets, often inhabited by human subjects. Will Cotton lives and works in New York City...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionArtist
CountryUnited States of America
Will Cotton quotes about
desire firsts painting
When I first started painting candyland imagery, I was looking for the best possible metaphor for everything that is pleasure, desire and insatiability.
art communication goal
The goal of art-making in general is communication.
powerful smell stronger
Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues.
sweet people feelings
People's love of sweets and guilty feelings about overindulgence are pretty universal.
expectations atmosphere gallery
In a gallery, there's an expectation of high prices and a somewhat elitist atmosphere.
tired artist
As an artist, it's possible to get tired of yourself.
thinking class america
In terms of the class structure that you see so much in European portraiture, I don't think one feels that in America in the 21st century. But we have these other kinds of social structures now, like celebrity, who establish new hierarchies.
nice mean thinking
There's something of a painting of a woman that represents all women - and by extension, all of humanity - that I just find very exciting. It's a nice distillation, I think, of what it means to be alive.
ignorance scary devil
That there is a Devil is a thing doubted by none but such as are under the influence of the Devil. For any to deny the being of a Devil must be from ignorance or profaneness worse than diabolical.
agony impossible asks
What Must I Do to Be Saved? It is impossible to ask a more weighty Question! It is deplorable that we hear it asked with no more Frequency, with nor more Agony.
opportunity second-chance chance
Our opportunities to do good are our talents.
school salt towns
A Good School deserves to be call'd, the very Salt of the Town, that hath it.
children devil bed
Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.
sea fishing rivers
Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about.