Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
People love to be nice, but you must give them the chance.
Paint with joy – with the same joy that you would make love to a woman.
Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
Photography freed painting from a lot of tiresome chores, starting with family portraits.
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.
Be a good craftsman; it won’t stop you from being a genius.
A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.
God, the king of artists, was clumsy.
I need to feel the excitement of life stirring around me, and I will always need to feel that.
I would never have taken up painting if women did not have breasts.
I never think I have finished a nude until I think I could pinch it.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
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.
The advantage of growing old is that you become aware of your mistakes more quickly.
You don’t talk about paintings, you look at them.
Religion is everywhere. It is in the mind, in the heart, in the love you put into what you do.
We are in a period of searchers rather than of creators.
White does not exist in nature.