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Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

-Edgar Degas

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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.

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.

The Dance Instills In You Something That Sets You Apart. Something Heroic And Remote.

Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

A Picture Is First Of All A Product Of The Artist's Imagination, It Must Never Be A Copy.

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.

Drawing Is Your Understanding Of Form.

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.

There Is No Such Thing As Intelligence; One Has Intelligence Of This Or That. One Must Have Intelligence Only For What One Is Doing.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Muses Work All Day Long And Then At Night Get Together And Dance.

The Frame Is The Reward Of The Artist.

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

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.

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

I Feel As A Horse Must Feel When The Beautiful Cup Is Given To The Jockey.

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

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.

It's Easy To Have Talent At 20 But What Is Difficult Is To Have Talent At 50.

It Is People's Movement That Consoles Us. If The Leaves Of A Tree Did Not Move, How Sad Would Be The Tree - And So Should We.

Art Is Really A Battle.

What A Horrible Thing Yellow Is.

Horrible Things

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

Nothing In Art Should Seem Accidental, Not Even Movement

Drawing Is The Artist's Most Direct And Spontaneous Expression, A Species Of Writing: It Reveals, Better Than Does Painting, His True Personality.

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.

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

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

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

Make A Drawing. Start It All Over Again, Trace It. Start It And Trace It Again.

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.

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

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

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

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.

I Would Like To Be Famous But Unknown.

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.

Hitherto The Nude Has Always Been Represented In Poses Which Presuppose An Audience. But My Women Are Simple, Honest Creatures Who Are Concerned With Nothing Beyond Their Physical Occupations... It Is As If You Were Looking Through A Keyhole.

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

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.

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

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

Make People's Portraits In Familiar And Typical Attitudes.

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.

Great Patience Is Called For On The Hard Path That I Have Entered On.

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.

Insurance Companies

There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profits... All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

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

Taste! It Doesn't Exist. An Artist Makes Beautiful Things Without Being Aware Of It.

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

I'm Glad I Haven't Found My Style Yet. I'd Be Bored To Death.

Boredom Soon Overcomes Me When I Am Contemplating Nature.

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?

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

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.

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

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.'

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

One Does Not Marry Art. One Ravishes It.

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

If I Were In The Government I Would Have A Brigade Of Policemen Assigned To Keeping An Eye On People Who Paint Landscapes Outdoors. Oh, I Wouldn't Want Anyone Killed. I'd Be Satisfied With Just A Little Buckshot To Begin With.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

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

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.

Your Pictures Would Have Been Finished A Long Time Ago If I Were Not Forced Every Day To Do Something To Earn Money.

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.

The True Traveler Never Arrives.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Everyone Has Talent At Twenty-five. The Difficulty Is To Have It At Fifty.

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

My Art, What Do You Want To Say About It? Do You Think You Can Explain The Merits Of A Picture To Those Who Do Not See Them? . . . I Can Find The Best And Clearest Words To Explain My Meaning, And I Have Spoken To The Most Intelligent People About Art, And They Have Not Understood; But Among People Who Understand, Words Are Not Necessary, You Say Humph, He, Ha And Everything Has Been Said.

The Artist Does Not Draw What He Sees, But What He Must Make Others See. Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things. A Picture Is First Of All A Product Of The Imagination Of The Artist; It Must Never Be A Copy. If Then Two Or Three Natural Accents Can Be Added, Obviously No Harm Is Done. The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

A Man Is An Artist Only At Certain Moments, By An Effort Of Will. Objects Have The Same Appearance For Everybody.

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.

For Those Who Don't Know What They Are Doing, Painting Is Easy. For Those Who Do Know What They Are Doing, Painting Is Difficult.

No Art Is Less Spontaneous Than Mine. What I Do Is The Result Of Reflection And The Study Of The Great Masters.

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

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

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

Realism Is More Important Than The Sentiment Of The Picture.

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

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

Black And White

I Should Like To Be Famous And Unknown.

Instantaneity Is Photography.

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

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.

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