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Painter in sentence

280 examples of Painter in a sentence

"Yes," said the painter, "I had to paint it like that according to the contract.
"I'm just doing what the client wanted," said the painter.
"No," said the painter, "I've never seen that figure or that throne, it's all just invention, but they told me what it was I had to paint."
"How's that?" asked K. pretending not fully to understand what the painter said.
"Yes, " said the painter, "but that judge isn't very high up and he's never sat on any throne like that."
"Yeah, gentlemen like this are very vain," said the painter.
"That's what the judge wanted," said the painter, "it's meant to be for a woman."
K. found the painter's work more engrossing than he had wanted; but finally he reproached himself for staying so long without having done anything relevant to his own affair.
"I'm not allowed to tell you that," the painter answered.
K. took this to be just a foible of the painter's, and it irritated him as it made him lose time.
The painter immediately put his crayons down, stood upright, rubbed his hands together and looked at K. with a smile.
K. forewent the opportunity to excuse himself in some way as he did not wish to distract the painter from what he was saying, or else perhaps he didn't want him to get too far above himself and in this way make himself to some extent unattainable, so he asked, "Is that a publicly acknowledged position?"
"No," was the painter's curt reply, as if the question prevented him saying any more.
But K. wanted him to continue speaking and said, "Well, positions like that, that aren't officially acknowledged, can often have more influence than those that are.""And that's how it is with me," said the painter, and nodded with a frown.
Would you not like to take your coat off now?"K. had intended to stay for only a very short time, but the painter's invitation was nonetheless very welcome.
As he took off his winter overcoat and also unbuttoned his frock coat the painter said to him in apology, "I must have warmth.
The unpleasantness of this was made all the stronger for K. when the painter invited him to sit on the bed while he himself sat down on the only chair in the room in front of the easel.
The painter even seemed to misunderstand why K. remained at the edge of the bed and urged K. to make himself comfortable, and as he hesitated he went over to the bed himself and pressed K. deep down into the bedclothes and pillows.
"So," said the painter, and he lowered his head and seemed to be thinking.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," said the painter, as if K. had been disturbing his train of thought for no reason.
"But you are innocent, aren't you?""Well of course I am," said K."That's the main thing," said the painter.
"Very hard?" the painter asked, throwing one hand up in the air.
"Yes," said K. to himself, forgetting that he had only gone there to investigate the painter.
One of the girls behind the door started up again, and asked, "Titorelli, is he going to go soon?""Quiet!" shouted the painter at the door, "Can't you see I'm talking with the gentleman?"
And when the painter didn't answer she added, "Please don't paint him, he's an 'orrible bloke."
The painter leapt over to the door, opened it very slightly - the girls' clasped hands could be seen stretching through the crack as if they wanted something - and said, "If you're not quiet I'll throw you all down the stairs.
"I'm sorry about that," said the painter as he returned to K.K. had hardly turned towards the door, he had left it completely up to the painter whether and how he would place him under his protection if he wanted to.
Even now, he made hardly any movement as the painter bent over him and, whispering into his ear in order not to be heard outside, said, "These girls belong to the court as well."
"How's that?" asked K., as he leant his head to one side and looked at the painter.
But the painter sat back down on his chair and, half in jest, half in explanation, "Well, everything belongs to the court."
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