For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.
Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.
Genius is the ability to renew one's emotions in daily experience.
When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.
I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.
Art is a harmony parallel with nature.
I am old and ill, and I have sworn to die painting.
With an apple I will astonish Paris.
An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.
I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
Drawing and colour are not separate at all; in so far as you paint, you draw. The more the colour harmonizes, the more exact the drawing becomes.
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
The painter unfolds that which has not been seen.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.
Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.
Genius is the ability to renew one's emotions in daily experience.
When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.
I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.
Art is a harmony parallel with nature.
I am old and ill, and I have sworn to die painting.
With an apple I will astonish Paris.
An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.
I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
Drawing and colour are not separate at all; in so far as you paint, you draw. The more the colour harmonizes, the more exact the drawing becomes.
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
The painter unfolds that which has not been seen.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.