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Drawing Is Not The Same As Form, It Is A Way Of Seeing Form.

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Drawing Is Not The Same As Form, It Is A Way Of Seeing Form.

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A Picture Is A Thing Which Requires As Much Knavery, As Much Malice, And As Much Vice As The Perpetration Of A Crime. Make It Untrue And Add An Accent Of Truth.

Be Sure To Give The Same Expression To A Person's Face That You Give To His Body.

I Should Like To Be Famous And Unknown.

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I Have Been, Or Seemed, Hard With Everyone Because I Was Carried Away By A Sort Of Brutality Born Of My Distrust In Myself And My Ill-humor. I Have Felt So Badly Equipped, So Soft, In Spite Of The Fact That My Attitude Towards Art Seemed To Me So Just. I Was Disgusted With Everyone, And Especially Myself.

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Art Is Vice. One Does Not Wed It, One Rapes It.

One Reproduces Only That Which Is Striking; That Is To Say, The Necessary. Thus, One's Recollections And Inventions Are Liberated From The Tyranny Which Nature Exerts.

C'est Vrai. Voilá Quelqu'un Qui Sent Comme Moi. (it Is True. There Is Someone Who Feels As I Do).

In Painting You Must Give The Idea Of The True By Means Of The False.

I'll Buy A Bottle For Anyone Who Can Tell Me What Makes A Picture Beautiful!

The Secret Is To Follow The Advice The Masters Give You In Their Works While Doing Something Different From Them.

Make People's Portraits In Familiar And Typical Attitudes.

Work A Great Deal At Evening Effects, Lamplight, Candlelight, Etc. The Intriguing Thing Is Not To Show The Source Of The Light But The Effect Of The Lighting.

You Have To Have A High Conception, Not Of What You Are Doing, But Of What You May Do One Day: Without That, There's No Point In Working.

I Frequently Lock Myself In My Studio. I Do Not Often See The People I Love, And In The End I Shall Suffer For It... Painting Is One's Private Life.

Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

What A Horrible Thing Yellow Is.

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People Call Me The Painter Of Dancing Girls. It Has Never Occurred To Them That My Chief Interest In Dancers Lies In Rendering Movement And Painting Pretty Clothes.

There Are Some Women Who Should Barely Be Spoken To; They Should Only Be Caressed.

Art Critic! Is That A Profession? When I Think We Are Stupid Enough, We Painters, To Solicit Those People's Compliments And To Put Ourselves Into Their Hands! What Shame! Should We Even Accept That They Talk About Our Work?

Drawing Is Not What You See But What You Must Make Others See.

The Artist Does Not Draw What He Sees, But What He Has To Make Others See.

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Only Two Of My Personalities Are Schizophrenic, But One Of Them Is Paranoid And The Other One Is Out To Get Him. Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things.

Daylight Is Too Easy. What I Want Is Difficult - The Atmosphere Of Lamps And Moonlight.

One Does Not Marry Art. One Ravishes It.

Conversation In Real Life Is Full Of Half-finished Sentences And Overlapping Talk. Why Shouldn't Painting Be Too?

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A Picture Is An Artificial Work, Outside Nature. It Calls For As Much Cunning As The Commission Of A Crime.

A Painting Is Above All A Product Of The Artist's Imagination, It Must Never Be A Copy. If, At A Later Stage, He Wants To Add Two Or Three Touches From Nature, Of Course It Doesn't Spoil Anything.

What Is Certain Is That Setting A Piece Of Nature In Place And Drawing It Are Two Very Different Things.

I Felt So Insufficiently Equipped, So Unprepared, So Weak, And At The Same Time It Seemed To Me That My Reflections On Art Were Correct. I Quarreled With All The World And With Myself.

Painting Is Easy When You Don't Know How, But Very Difficult When You Do.

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He Once Said That He Wished To Be Famous, But Unknown.

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We Were Created To Look At One Another, Weren't We?

Realism Is More Important Than The Sentiment Of The Picture.

There Is A Kind Of Success That Is Indistinguishable From Panic.

Art' Is The Same Word As 'artifice,' That Is To Say, Something Deceitful. It Must Succeed In Giving The Impression Of Nature By False Means.

If I Could Have Had My Own Way, I Would Have Confined Myself To Black And White.

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Do Portraits Of People In Familiar And Typical Attitudes, Above All Give To Their Face The Same Choice Of Expression That One Gives To Their Body.

Once They Witnessed One Of His Painting Sold At Auction For $100,000. And Asked How You Do It, He Said, 'i Feel As A Horse Must Feel When The Beautiful Cup Is Given To The Jockey.'

People Call Me The Painter Of Dancers, But I Really Wish To Capture Movement Itself.

It Seems To Me That Today If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious... He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude.

The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

I Always Urged My Contemporaries To Look For Interest And Inspiration To The Development And Study Of Drawing, But They Would Not Listen. They Thought The Road To Salvation Lay By The Way Of Colour.

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The Museums Are Here To Teach The History Of Art And Something More As Well, For, If They Stimulate In The Weak A Desire To Imitate, They Furnish The Strong With The Means Of Their Emancipation.

I Put It [picture "a Still Life Of A Pear" By Edouard Manet] There [on The Wall, Next To The Picture "jupiter And Thetis" By Jean-auguste-dominique Ingres], For A Pear Like That Would Overthrow Any God.

One Must Do The Same Subject Over Again Ten Times, A Hundred Times. In Art Nothing Must Resemble An Accident, Not Even Movement.

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The Frame Is The Reward Of The Artist.

It Requires Courage To Make A Frontal Attack On Nature Through The Broad Planes And The Large Lines And It Is Cowardly To Do It By The Facets And Details. It Is A Battle.

One Must Have A High Opinion Of A Work Of Art - Not The Work One Is Creating At The Moment, But Of That Which One Desires To Achieve One Day. Without This It Is Not Worthwhile Working.

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These Women Of Mine Are Decent, Simple Human Beings Who Have No Other Concern Than That Of Their Physical Condition... It Is As Though One Were Watching Through A Keyhole.

It Is All Very Well To Copy What One Sees, But It Is Far Better To Draw What One Now Only Sees In One's Memory. That Is A Transformation In Which Imagination Collaborates With Memory.

Art Is Really A Battle.

The Air You Breathe In A Picture Is Not Necessarily The Same As The Air Out Of Doors.

I Really Have A Lot Of Stuff In My Head; If Only There Were Insurance Companies For That As There Are For So Many Things.

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Truth Is Never Ugly When One Can Find In It What One Needs.

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

A Painting Requires A Little Mystery, Some Vagueness, And Some Fantasy. When You Always Make Your Meaning Perfectly Plain You End Up Boring People.

An Artist Must Approach His Work In The Spirit Of The Criminal About To Commit A Crime.

The Moods Of Sadness That Come Over Anyone Who Takes Up Art... These Dismal Moods Have Very Little Compensation.

Make Portraits Of People In Typical, Familiar Poses, Being Sure Above All To Give Their Faces The Same Kind Of Expression As Their Bodies.

If Painting Weren't So Difficult, It Wouldn't Be Fun.

There Is Love, And There Is Work; And We Have Only One Heart.

What A Delightful Thing Is The Conversation Of Specialists! One Understands Absolutely Nothing And It's Charming.

Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things.

The Frame Is The Pimp Of Painting; It Enhances It, But It Must Never Shine At The Painting's Expense.

Instantaneity Is Photography.

I Would Like To Be Famous But Unknown.

Women Can Never Forgive Me; They Hate Me, They Feel That I Am Disarming Them. I Show Them Without Their Coquetry.

I Would Have Been In Mortal Misery All My Life For Fear My Wife Might Say, "that's A Pretty Little Thing," After I Had Finished A Picture.

The Fascinating Thing, Is Not To Show The Source Of Light, But The Effect Of Light.

I Don't Admit That A Woman Draws That Well!

Drawing Is Your Understanding Of Form.

Art Is Vice. You Don't Marry It Legitimately, You Rape It.

You Must Aim High, Not In What You Are Going To Do At Some Future Date, But In What You Are Going To Make Yourself Do To-day. Otherwise, Working Is Just A Waste Of Time.

So That's The Telephone? They Ring, And You Run.

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