The act of painting is about one heart telling another heart where he found salvation.
Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.
I see only forms that are lit up and forms that are not. There is only light and shadow.
The dream of reason produces monsters. Imagination deserted by reason creates impossible, useless thoughts. United with reason, imagination is the mother of all art and the source of all its beauty.
First be a magnificent artist and then you can do whatever, but the art must be first.
Painting, like poetry, selects in the universe whatever she deems most appropriate to her ends. She assembles in a single fantastic personage, circumstances and features which nature distributes among many individuals. From this combination, ingeniously composed, results that happy imitation by virtue of which the artist earns the title of inventor and not of servile copyist.
Monsters are the result of the sleep of reason.
I have had three masters, Nature, Velasquez, and Rembrandt.
But where do they find these lines in nature? I can only see luminous or obscure masses, planes that advance or planes that recede, reliefs or background. My eye never catches lines or details.
Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters
The dream of reason produces monsters
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