To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.
Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.
Regularity, order, desire for perfection destroy art. Irregularity is the basis of all art.
When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then [the painting] is finished.
Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.
What is to be done about these literary people, who will never understand that painting is a craft and that the material side comes first? The ideas come afterwards, when the picture is finished.
Photography freed painting from a lot of tiresome chores, starting with family portraits.
I want a red to be sonorous, to sound like a bell. If it doesn't turn out that way, I add more reds and other colors until I get it.
The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself, carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion; it is the current which he puts forth which sweeps you along in his passion.
I like a painting which makes me want to stroll in it.
I need to feel the excitement of life stirring around me, and I will always need to feel that.
I consider that women who are authors, lawyers, and politicians are monsters.
I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.
What seems most significant to me about our movement is that we have freed painting from the importance of the subject. I am at liberty to paint flowers and call them flowers, without their needing to tell a story.
An artist must eat sparingly and give up a normal way of life.
If you paint the leaf on a tree without using a model, your imagination will only supply you with a few leaves; but Nature offers you millions, all on the same tree. No two leaves are exactly the same. The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.
It's with my brush that I make love.
The advantage of growing old is that you become aware of your mistakes more quickly.
Paint with joy - with the same joy that you would make love to a woman.
White does not exist in nature.
The purpose of painting is to decorate the walls. Therefore it has to be as rich as possible
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