Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
She that paints her Face, thinks of her Tail.
Sculpture is the best comment that a painter can make on painting.
Painting is a faith and that it brings with it the duty to pay no heed to public opinion — and that in it one conquers by perseverance and not by giving in.
Painting is a blind man’s profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
Only when painting isn’t painting can there be an affront to modesty.
One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite – that particular peach is but a detail.
No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.
In the end, there is only love. However it may be. And they ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.
In painting as in life, you must act directly.
In life and in painting too, I can easily do without the dear Lord, but I can’t, suffering as I do, do without something greater than myself, which is my life, the power to create.
If there were only one truth, you couldn’t paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.