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The Wall Around The Window Does Not Create Two Worlds.

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My Pictures Are Made Up Of Four Or Five Colors That Collide With One Another.

If It Is Practiced By A Man Of Taste, The Photograph Will Have The Appearance Of Art (but) The Photographer Must...intervene As Little As Possible, So As Not To Lose The Objective Charm Which It Naturally Possesses.

Simple Colours Can Affect The Intimate Feelings With All The More Force Because They Are Simple.

It Would Be A Mistake To Ascribe This Creative Power To An Inborn Talent. In Art, The Genius Creator Is Not Just A Gifted Being, But A Person Who Has Succeeded In Arranging For Their Appointed End, A Complex Of Activities, Of Which The Work Is The Outcome. The Artist Begins With A Vision — A Creative Operation Requiring An Effort. Creativity Takes Courage.

Creative People Are Curious, Flexible, And Independent With A Tremendous Spirit And A Love Of Play.

Beauty Comes From The Balance Between Two And Three Dimensions, Between Abstraction And Representation - I Seek The Equilibrium Behind Changing Appearances.

Composition Is The Art Of Arranging In A Decorative Manner The Various Elements Which The Painter Uses To Express His Sentiments. In A Picture Every Separate Part Will Be Visible And... Everything Which Has No Utility In The Picture Is For That Reason Harmful.

Time Extracts Various Values From A Painter's Work. When These Values Are Exhausted The Pictures Are Forgotten, And The More A Picture Has To Give, The Greater It Is.

Truly, I'm Not Joking When I Thank My Lucky Stars For The Awful Operation I Had, Since It Has Made Me Young Again And Philosophical Which Means That I Don't Want To Fritter Away The New Lease On Life I've Been Given.

My Models, My Human Figures, Are Never Like Extras In An Interior. They Are The Main Theme Of My Work. I Depend Absolutely On My Model.

The Splitting Up Of Color [as Impressionists Did] Brought The Splitting Up Of Form And Contour . . . Everything Is Reduced To A Mere Sensation Of The Retina, But One Which Destroys All Tranquility Of Surface And Contour. Objects Are Differentiated Only By The Luminosity That Is Given Them.

I Am Unable To Make Any Distinction Between The Feeling I Get From Life And The Way I Translate That Feeling Into Painting.

The Portrait Is One Of The Most Curious Art Forms. It Demands Special Qualities In The Artist, And An Almost Total Kinship With The Model.

The Artist Has To Look At Life As He Did When He Was A Child. If He Loses That Faculty, He Cannot Express Himself In An Original, That Is, A Personal Way.

Do Remember That One Line Does Nothing; It Is Only In Relation To Another That It Creates A Volume.

The Artist Begins With A Vision - A Creative Operation Requiring Effort. Creativity Takes Courage.

Creation Begins With Vision.

There Are Always Flowers For Those Who Want To See Them.

A Colourist Makes His Presence Known Even In A Simple Charcoal Drawing.

From The Moment I Held The Box Of Colors In My Hands, I Knew This Was My Life. I Threw Myself Into It Like A Beast That Plunges Towards The Thing It Loves.

I Have Been No More Than A Medium, As It Were.

Cezanne, You See, Is A Sort Of God Of Painting.

I Do Not Literally Paint That Table, But The Emotion It Produces Upon Me.

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else

A Young Painter Who Cannot Liberate Himself From The Influence Of Past Generations Is Digging His Own Grave.

An Artist Is An Explorer.

Each Work Of Art Is A Collection Of Signs Invented During The Picture's Execution To Suit The Needs Of Their Position. Taken Out Of The Composition For Which They Were Created, These Signs Have No Further Use.

The Whole Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive. The Place Occupied By The Figures Or Objects, The Empty Spaces Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Plays A Part.

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.

You Study, You Learn, But You Guard The Original Naivete. It Has To Be Within You, As Desire For Drink Is Within The Drunkard Or Love Is Within The Lover.

Exactitude Is Not Truth. [fr., L'exactitude N'est Pas La Verite.]

If I Close My Eyes, I See Things Better Than With My Eyes Open.

The Essential Thing Is To Spring Forth, To Express The Bolt Of Lightning One Senses Upon Contact With A Thing. The Function Of The Artist Is Not To Translate An Observation But To Express The Shock Of The Object On His Nature; The Shock, With The Original Reaction.

To Look At Something As Though We Had Never Seen It Before Requires Great Courage.

The Effort To See Things Without Distortion Takes Something Like Courage And This Courage Is Essential To The Artist, Who Has To Look At Everything As Though He Saw It For The First Time.

Whoever Wishes To Devote Himself To Painting Should Begin By Cutting Out His Own Tongue

I Don't Know Whether I Believe In God Or Not. I Think, Really, I'm Some Sort Of Buddhist. But The Essential Thing Is To Put Oneself In A Frame Of Mind Which Is Close To That Of Prayer.

With Color One Obtains An Energy That Seems To Stem From Witchcraft.

Jazz Is Rhythm And Meaning.

My Choice Of Colors Does Not Rest On Any Scientific Theory; It Is Based On Observation, On Feeling, On The Experience Of My Sensibility. Inspired By Certain Pages Of Delacroix, An Artist Like Signac Is Preoccupied With Complementary Colors, And The Theoretical Knowledge Of Them Will Lead Him To Use A Certain Tone In A Certain Place. But I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation.

If Drawing Belongs To The World Of Spirit And Color To That Of The Senses, You Must Draw First To Cultivate The Spirit.

The Role Of The Artist, Like That Of The Scholar, Consists Of Seizing Current Truths Often Repeated To Him, But Which Will Take On New Meaning For Him And Which He Will Make His Own When He Has Grasped Their Deepest Significance.

I Want To Reach That Condensation Of Sensations That Constitutes A Picture.

When You're Out Of Will Power You Call On Stubbornness, That's The Trick.

The Use Of Expressive Colors Is Felt To Be One Of The Basic Elements Of The Modern Mentality, An Historical Necessity, Beyond Choice.

Seek The Strongest Color Effect Possible... The Content Is Of No Importance.

When I Started To Paint I Felt Transported Into A Kind Of Paradise... In Everyday Life I Was Usually Bored And Vexed... Starting To Paint I Felt Gloriously Free.

A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul

The Residuum Of Another's Expression Can Never Be Related To One's Own Feeling.

There Are Flowers Everywhere, For Those Who Bother To Look.

Positive Thinking

It Has Bothered Me All My Life That I Do Not Paint Like Everybody Else.

Creation Is The Artist's True Function; Where There Is No Creation There Is No Art.

An Artist Must Possess Nature. He Must Identify Himself With Her Rhythm, By Efforts That Will Prepare The Mastery Which Will Later Enable Him To Express Himself In His Own Language.

What I Am After, Above All, Is Expression.

A Painting In An Interior Spreads Joy Around It By The Colors, Which Calm Us.

Ever Since There Have Been Men, Man Has Given Himself Over To Too Little Joy. That Alone, My Brothers, Is Our Original Sin. I Should Believe Only In A God Who Understood How To Dance.

My Curves Are Not Crazy.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance, Of Purity And Serenity Devoid Of Troubling Or Depressing Subject Matter - A Soothing, Calming Influence On The Mind, Rather Like A Good Armchair Which Provides Relaxation From Physical Fatigue.

You Want To Paint? First Of All You Must Cut Off Your Tongue Because Your Decision Takes Away From You The Right To Express Yourself With Anything But Your Brush.

I Have Simply Wished To Assert The Reasoned And Independent Feeling Of My Own Individuality Within A Total Knowledge Of Tradition.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

Cutting Straight Into Color Reminds Me Of The Direct Carving Of The Sculptor.

I Am Curious About Color As One Would Be Visiting A New Country, Because I Have Never Concentrated So Closely On Color Expression. Up To Now I Have Waited At The Gates Of The Temple.

The Artists Must See All Things As If He Were Seeing Them For The First Time. All His Life He Must See As He Did When He Was A Child.

Art Should Be Something Like A Good Armchair In Which To Rest From Physical Fatigue.

It Is My Dream To Create An Art Which Is Filled With Balance, Purity And Calmness, Freed From A Subject Matter That Is Disconcerting Or Too Attention-seeking. In My Paintings, I Wish To Create A Spiritual Remedy, Similar To A Comfortable Armchair Which Provides Rest From Physical Expectation For The Spiritually Working, The Businessman As Well As The Artist.

The Sign For Which I Forge An Image Has No Value If It Doesn't Harmonize With Other Signs, Which I Must Determine In The Course Of My Invention And Which Are Completely Peculiar To It.

A Young Woman Has Young Claws, Well Sharpened. If She Has Character, That Is. And If She Hasn't So Much The Worse For You.

There Are Wonderful Things In Jazz, The Improvisation, The Liveliness, The Being At One With The Audience.

I Was Very Embarrassed When My Canvases Began To Fetch High Prices. I Saw Myself Condemned To A Future Of Nothing But Masterpieces.

If My Story Were Ever To Be Written Truthfully From Start To Finish, It Would Amaze Everyone.

I Do Not Repudiate Any Of My Paintings But There Isn't One Of Them That I Would Not Redo Differently, If I Had It To Redo. My Destination Is Always The Same But I Work Out A Different Route To Get There.

The Sign Is Determined At The Moment I Use It And For The Object Of Which It Must Form A Part. For This Reason I Cannot Determine In Advance Signs Which Never Change, And Which Would Be Like Writing: That Would Paralyze The Freedom Of My Invention.

To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

Arrival = Prison, And The Artist Must Never Be A Prisoner.

Would Not It Be Best To Leave Room To Mystery?

He Who Loves, Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back.

Expression For Me Does Not Reside In Passions Glowing In A Human Face Or Manifested By Violent Movement. The Entire Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive; The Place Occupied By My Figures, The Empty Space Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Has Its Share.

Instinct Must Be Thwarted Just As One Prunes The Branches Of A Tree So That It Will Grow Better.

Natural Instinct

What's So Astonishing About Not Understanding? There Are So Many Things In Art, Beginning With Art Itself, That One Doesn't Understand. A Painter Doesn't See Everything That He Has Put In His Painting.

When An Artist Or Student Draws A Nude Figure With Painstaking Care, The Result Is Drawing, And Not Emotion.

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For My Part I Have Never Avoided The Influence Of Others. I Would Have Considered It Cowardice And A Lack Of Sincerity Toward Myself.

All Art Worthy Of The Name Is Religious.

A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul. A Certain Red Has An Effect On Your Blood-pressure.

I Shan't Get Free Of My Emotion By Copying The Tree Faithfully, Or By Drawing Its Leaves One By One In The Common Language, But Only After Identifying Myself With It.

Exactitude Is Not Truth.

When I Eat A Tomato I Look At It The Way Anyone Else Would. But When I Paint A Tomato, Then I See It Differently.

Color Exists In Itself, Possessing Its Own Beauty.

A Picture Must Possess A Real Power To Generate Light And For A Long Time Now I've Been Conscious Of Expressing Myself Through Light Or Rather In Light.

I Was Driven On By.. A Force Which I See Today As Something Alien To My Normal Life... So I Have Been No More Than A Medium As It Were.

The Arts Have A Development Which Comes Not Only From The Individual But Also From A Whole Acquired Force, The Civilization Which Precedes Us. One Cannot Do Just Anything. A Talented Artist Cannot Do Whatever He Pleases. If He Only Used His Gifts, He Would Not Exist. We Are Not The Masters Of What We Produce. It Is Imposed On Us.

Put A Colour Upon A Canvas - It Not Only Colours With That Colour The Part Of The Canvas To Which The Colour Has Been Applied, But It Also Colours The Surrounding Space With The Complementary.

Love Wants To Rise, Not To Be Held Down By Anything Base... He Who Loves Flies, Runs, And Rejoices; He Is Free And Nothing Holds Him Back. Derive Happiness From Yourself, From A Good Day's Work, From The Clearing That It Makes In The Fog That Surrounds Us.

When I Paint Green, It Doesn't Mean Grass; When I Paint Blue, It Doesn't Mean Sky.

Color Was Not Given To Us In Order That We Should Imitate Nature. It Was Given To Us So That We Can Express Our Emotions.

I've Been Forty Years Discovering That The Queen Of All Colors Is Black.

Black And White

Much Of The Beauty That Arises In Art Comes From The Struggle An Artist Wages With His Limited Medium.

It Is With Color That You Render Light, Though You Must Also Feel This Light, Have It Within Yourself.

Impressionism Is The Newspaper Of The Soul.

In The Beginning You Must Subject Yourself To The Influence Of Nature. You Must Be Able To Walk Firmly On The Ground Before You Start Walking On A Tightrope.

There Is No Interruption Between My Older Paintings And My Cutouts. Just That With An Increasing Sense Of The Absolute, And More Abstraction, I Have Achieved A Form That Is Simplified To Its Essence.

An Artist Who Wants To Transpose A Composition Onto A Larger Canvas Must Conceive It Over Again In Order To Preserve Its Expression; He Must Alter Its Character And Not Just Fill In The Squares Into Which He Has Divided His Canvas.

I Didn't Expect To Recover From My Second Operation But Since I Did, I Consider That I'm Living On Borrowed Time. Every Day That Dawns Is A Gift To Me And I Take It In That Way. I Accept It Gratefully Without Looking Beyond It. I Completely Forget My Physical Suffering And All The Unpleasantness Of My Present Condition And I Think Only Of The Joy Of Seeing The Sun Rise Once More And Of Being Able To Work A Little Bit, Even Under Difficult Conditions.

The Model For Me Is A Touchstone, It Is A Door Which I Must Break Open In Order To Reach The Garden In Which I Am Alone And Feel Good, Even The Model Exists Only For What Use I Can Make Of It.

Starting To Paint, I Felt Gloriously Free, Quiet, And Alone.

I'm Growing Old, I Delight In The Past.

There's Nothing Clinically Wrong With Me, Only An Emotional Imbalance - I Pass Too Quickly From The Wildest Enthusiasm To The Blackest Despair.

The Essential Thing Is To Work In A State Of Mind That Approaches Prayer.

I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends.

An Artist Must Not Feel Under Any Constraint.

A Certain Color Tones You Up. It's The Concentration Of Timbres.

Purer Colors... Have In Themselves, Independently Of The Objects They Serve To Express, A Significant Action On The Feelings Of Those Who Look At Them.

Don't Try To Be Original. Be Simple. Be Good Technically, And If There Is Something In You, It Will Come Out.

Color, Even More Than Drawing, Is A Means Of Liberation.

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

My Choice Of Colors Does Not Rest On Any Scientific Theory, It Is Based On Observation, On Feeling, On The Experience Of My Sensibility.

Never Ruin A Good Painting With The Truth.

The Things That Are Acquired Consciously Permit Us To Express Ourselves Unconsciously With A Certain Richness.

It Is Through The Human Figure That I Best Succeed In Expressing The Nearly Religious Feeling That I Have Towards Life.

Fit The Parts Together, One Into The Other, And Build Your Figure Like A Carpenter Builds A House. Everything Must Be Constructed, Composed Of Parts That Make A Whole.

The Living Model, The Naked Body Of A Woman, Is The Privileged Seat Of Feeling, But Also Of Questioning... The Model Must Mark You, Awaken In You An Emotion Which You Seek In Turn To Express.

The Truly Original Artist Invents His Own Signs.

Drawing Is . . . Not An Exercise Of Particular Dexterity, But Above All A Means Of Expressing Intimate Feelings And Moods.

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

With Greater Completeness And Abstraction, I Have Attained A Form Filtered To Its Essentials.

All That Is Not Useful In A Picture Is Detrimental. A Work Of Art Must Be Harmonious In Its Entirety; For Superfluous Details Would, In The Mind Of The Beholder, Encroach Upon The Essential Elements.

Slowly I Discovered The Secret Of My Art. It Consists Of A Meditation On Nature, On The Expression Of A Dream Which Is Always Inspired By Reality. With More Involvement And Regularity, I Learned To Push Each Study In A Certain Direction. Little By Little The Notion That Painting Is A Means Of Expression Asserted Itself, And That One Can Express The Same Thing In Several Ways. Exactitude Is Not Truth, Delacroix Liked To Say.

In Love, The One Who Runs Away Is The Winner.

I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation

Complementary Colors

What Interests Me Most Is Neither Still Life Nor Landscape, But The Human Figure.

A Rapid Rendering Of A Landscape Represents Only One Moment Of Its Existence. I Prefer, By Insisting Upon Its Essential Character, To Risk Losing Charm In Order To Gain Greater Stability.

...for Whether We Want To Or Not, We Belong To Our Time And We Share In Its Opinions, Its Feelings, Even Its Delusions.

Drawing Is Like Making An Expressive Gesture With The Advantage Of Permanence.

I Don't Paint Things. I Only Paint The Difference Between Things.

All My Efforts Go Into Creating An Art That Can Be Understood By Everyone.

A Distinction Is Made Between Artists Who Work Directly From Nature And Those Who Work Purely From Imagination. Neither If These Methods Should Be Preferred To The Exclusion Of The Other. Often Both Are Used In Turn By The Same Man.

One Must, Of Course, Have One's Entire Experience Behind One And Not Have Lost The Freshness Of Instinct.

I Wouldn't Mind Turning Into A Vermilion Goldfish.

You Must Forget All Your Theories, All Your Ideas Before The Subject. What Part Of These Is Really Your Own Will Be Expressed In Your Expression Of The Emotion Awakened In You By The Subject.

If People Knew What Matisse, Supposedly The Painter Of Happiness, Had Gone Through, The Anguish And Tragedy He Had To Overcome To Manage To Capture That Light Which Has Never Left Him, If People Knew All That, They Would Also Realize That This Happiness, This Light, This Dispassionate Wisdom Which Seems To Be Mine, Are Sometimes Well-deserved, Given The Severity Of My Trials.

Color Helps To Express Light, Not The Physical Phenomenon, But The Only Light That Really Exists, That In The Artist's Brain.

Truth And Reality In Art Begin At The Point Where The Artist Ceases To Understand What He Is Doing And Capable Of Doing - Yet Feels In Himself A Force That Becomes Steadily Stronger... And More Concentrated.

We Ought To View Ourselves With The Same Curiosity And Openness With Which We Study A Tree, The Sky Or A Thought, Because We Too Are Linked To The Entire Universe.

Precision Is Not Reality

Work Cures Everything.

Colours Have Their Own Distinctive Beauty That You Have To Preserve, Just As In Music You Try To Preserve Sounds. It Is A Question Of Organization, Of Finding The Arrangement That Will Keep The Beauty And Freshness Of The Colour

Derive Happiness In Oneself From A Good Day's Work, From Illuminating The Fog That Surrounds Us.

The Chief Function Of Color Should Be To Serve Expression As Well As Possible.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

I Never Retouch A Sketch: I Take A Canvas The Same Size, As I May Change The Composition Somewhat. But I Always Strive To Give The Same Feeling, While Carrying It On Further.

I Have Always Tried To Hide My Efforts And Wished My Works To Have A Light Joyousness Of Springtime Which Never Lets Anyone Suspect The Labors It Has Cost Me.

Nothing Can Be Accomplished Without Love.

Perhaps I Might Be Satisfied, Momentarily, With A Work Finished At One Sitting, But I Would Soon Get Bored Looking At It; Therefore, I Prefer To Continue Working On It So That Later I May Recognize It As A Work Of My Mind.

Everything That We See In Our Daily Lives Is More Or Less Distorted By Acquired Habits And This Is Perhaps More Evident In An Age Like Ours When Cinema Posters And Magazines Present Us Every Day With A Flood Of Ready-made Images Which Are To The Eye What Prejudices Are To The Mind. The Effort To See Things Without Distortion Demands A Kind Of Courage; And This Courage Is Essential To The Artist, Who Has To Look At Everything As Though He Were Seeing It For The First Time.

The Wall Around The Window Does Not Create Two Worlds.

A Work Should Contain Its Total Meaning Within Itself And Should Impress It On The Spectator Before He Even Knows The Subject.

The Barnes Foundation Is The Only Sane Place To See Art In America.

Art Is An Escape From Reality.

Don't Wait For Inspiration. It Comes While One Is Working.

The Artist Begins With A Vision - A Creative Operation Requiring An Effort.

From Bonheur De Vivre - I Was Thirty-five Then - To This Cut-out - I Am Eighty-two - I Have Not Changed; Not In The Way My Friends Mean Who Want To Compliment Me, No Matter What, On My Good Health, But Because All This Time I Have Looked For The Same Things, Which I Have Perhaps Realized By Different Means.

To Draw Is To Make An Idea Precise. Drawing Is The Precision Of Thought.

One Gets Into A State Of Creativity By Conscious Work.

Did Not The Artists Of The Great Age Of Japanese Art Change Names Many Times During Their Careers? I Like That; They Wanted To Safeguard Their Freedom.

Hatred Is A Parasite That Devours All. One Doesn't Build Upon Hatred, But Upon Love.

When A Painting Is Finished, It's Like A New Born Child, And The Artist Himself Must Have Time For Understanding. How Then Do You Expect An Amateur To Understand That Which The Artist Dos Not Yet Comprehend.

Truth And Reality In Art Do Not Arise Until You No Longer Understand What You Are Doing And Are Capable Of But Nevertheless Sense A Power That Grows In Proportion To Your Resistance.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

Above All, An Artist Must Never Be Too Easily Satisfied With What He Has Done.

An Artist Is An Explorer. He Has To Begin By Self-discovery And By Observation Of His Own Procedure. After That He Must Not Feel Under Any Constraint.

Drawing Is Putting A Line Around An Idea.

It Is Not Enough To Place Colors, However Beautiful, One Beside The Other; Colors Must Also React On One Another. Otherwise, You Have Cacophony.

I Have Always Sought To Be Understood And, While I Was Taken To Task By Critics Or Colleagues, I Thought They Were Right, Assuming I Had Not Been Clear Enough To Be Understood. This Assumption Allowed Me To Work My Whole Life Without Hatred And Even Without Bitterness Toward Criticism, Regardless Of Its Source. I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends. Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

It Is Only After Years Of Preparation That The Young Artist Should Touch Color - Not Color Used Descriptively, That Is, But As A Means Of Personal Expression.

The Energy Within You Is Stronger Than Ever For Being Held Back, Compressed, And Said No To.

...i Am Driven On By An Idea That I Really Only Grasp As It Grows With The Picture.

What Matters Most To Me? To Work With My Model Until I Have It Enough In Me To Be Able To Improvise, To Let My Hand Run Free.

Drawing Is Of The Spirit And Color Of The Senses.

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

From The First Shock Of The Contemplation Of A Face Depends The Principal Sensation Which Guides Me Throughout The Entire Execution Of A Portrait.

Seek For The Boldest Color Possible, Content Is Irrelevant.

Expression Is Not A Matter Of Passion Mirrored On The Human Face Or Revealed By A Violent Gesture. When I Paint A Picture, Its Every Detail Is Expressive.

After A Half-century Of Hard Work And Reflection The Wall Is Still There.

I Am Unable To Distinguish Between The Feeling I Have For Life And My Way Of Expressing It.

I Have To Create An Object Which Resembles The Tree. The Sign For A Tree, And Not The Sign That Other Artists May Have Found For The Tree.

There Is Nothing More Difficult For A Truly Creative Painter Than To Paint A Rose, Because Before He Can Do So He Has First To Forget All The Roses That Were Ever Painted.

Photographs Will Always Be Impressive Because They Show Us Nature, And All Artists Will Find In Them A World Of Sensations. The Photographer Must Therefore Intervene As Little As Possible, So As Not To Cause Photography To Lose The Objective Charm Which It Naturally Possesses, Notwithstanding Its Defects.

An Artist Must Never Be A Prisoner. Prisoner? An Artist Should Never Be A Prisoner Of Himself, Prisoner Of Style, Prisoner Of Reputation, Prisoner Of Success, Etc.

The Importance Of An Artist Is To Be Measured By The Quantity Of New Signs Which He Has Introduced To The Language Of Art.

I Would Like To Recapture That Freshness Of Vision Which Is Characteristic Of Extreme Youth When All The World Is New To It.

Seeing Is In Itself A Creative Act Which Requires Effort.

A New Painting Is A Unique Event, A Birth, Which Enriches The Universe As It Is Grasped By The Human Mind, By Bringing A New Form Into It.

Another Word For Creativity Is Courage.

A Work Of Art Must Carry In Itself Its Complete Significance And Impose It Upon The Beholder Even Before He Can Identify The Subject-matter.

A Thimbleful Of Red Is Redder Than A Bucketful.

...the More A Picture Has To Give, The Greater It Is.

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