Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. |
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face. |
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. |
For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life - the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value. |
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her...I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. |
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. |
I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain. When I felt I held enough cards I determined to pass to action, and did so. |
I would advise young artists . . . to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly . . . . If their painting doesn't improve by itself, it means that nothing can be done - and I wouldn't do anything! |
My life has been nothing but a failure |
My life has been nothing but a failure |
No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition. |
People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love. |
The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else. |