A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.
The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.
With a painter’s temperament, all that’s needed are the means of expression sufficient to be intelligible to the wide public.
I want to die painting.
A puny body weakens the soul.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
Two sittings a day of my models and I’m totally exhausted.
It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.
Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.
I have sworn to die painting.
I am the primitive of the method I have invented.
My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I’ve been pursuing all my life.
I am a pupil of Pissarro.
One does not substitute oneself for the past, one merely adds to it a new link.