Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see.
A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
One eye sees, the other feels.
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
Children also have artistic ability, and there is wisdom in there having it! The more helpless they are, the more instructive are the examples they furnish us; and they must be preserved free of corruption from an early age.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art.
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.
To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.
The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.
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