Paul cezanne quotes

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

The sun penetrates me soundlessly like a distant friend that stirs up my laziness, fertilizes it. We bring forth life.

Nature is the best instructor.

When a picture isn't realized, you pitch it in the fire and start another one!

Drawing and color are by no means two different things. As you paint, you draw... When color is at its richest, form is at its fullest.

May I repeat what I told you here: treat nature by means of the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything brought into proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point. Lines parallel to the horizon give breadth... lines perpendicular to this horizon give depth. But nature for us men is more depth than surface, whence the need to introduce into our light vibrations, represented by the reds and yellows, a sufficient amount of blueness to give the feel of air.

One must see one's model correctly and experience it in the right way; and furthermore express oneself forcibly and with distinction.

Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'till we come to understand.

The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read.

Light is a thing that cannot be reproduced, but must be represented by something else - by color.

There is no light painting or dark painting, but simply relations of tones.

Design and color are not distinct and separate. As one paints, one draws. The more the colors harmonize, the more the design takes form. When color is at it's richest, form is at its fullest.

Right now a moment of time is passing by!... We must become that moment.

Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.

You have no idea how life-giving it is to find around one a youth that agrees not to bury one on the spot.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.

The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.

Keep good company - that is, go to the Louvre.

I am progressing very slowly, for nature reveals herself to me in very complex forms; and the progress needed is incessant.

With an apple I will astonish Paris.

Time and reflection... modify, little by little, our vision, and at last comprehension comes to us.

To paint is not to copy the object slavishly, it is to grasp a harmony among many relationships.

Painting is founded on the heart controlled by the head.

I advance all of my canvas at one time.

There is no model, there is only color.

You must think. The eye is not enough; it needs to think as well.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

If I think, everything is lost.

When I start thinking, all is lost.

Literature expresses itself by abstractions, whereas painting, by means of drawing and colour, gives concrete shape to sensations and perceptions.

We live in a rainbow of chaos.

The painter unfolds that which has not been seen.

I have sworn to die painting.

Treat nature by the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything in proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point.

Taste is the best judge. It is rare. Art only addresses itself to an excessively small number of individuals.

It is necessary to introduce light vibrations, represented by reds and yellows, and a sufficient amount of blues, to obtain an airy feeling.

Art first of all is optical. That's where the material of our art is: in what our eyes think.

An optical impression is produced on our organs of sight which makes us classify as light, half-tone or quartertone, the surfaces represented by colour sensations. So that light does not exist for the painter.

I want to die painting.

The truth is in nature, and I shall prove it.

It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.

I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.

To be sure an artist wishes to raise his standard intellectually as much as possible, but the man must remain in obscurity. Pleasure must be found in the studying.

Pure drawing is an abstraction.

There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

I am beginning to consider myself stronger than all those around me, and you know that the good opinion I have of myself has only been reached after mature consideration.

Personally I would like to have pupils, a studio, pass on my love to them, work with them, without teaching them anything.. ..A convent, a monastery, a phalanstery of painting where one could train together.. ..but no programme, no instruction in painting.. ..drawing is still alright, it doesn't count, but painting - the way to learn is to look at the masters, above all at nature, and to watch other people painting.

For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

Optics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.

The contour eludes me.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

One does not substitute oneself for the past, one merely adds to it a new link.

Whoever the master is whom you prefer, this must only be a directive for you. Otherwise you will never be anything but an imitator.

You say a new era in art is preparing; you sensed it coming; continue your studies without weakening. God will do the rest.

Chatter about art is almost always useless.

Pleasure must be found in study.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

A puny body weakens the soul.

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 clear French landscape is as pure as a verse of Racine.

The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read. We must not, however, be satisfied with retaining the beautiful formulas of our illustrious predecessors. Let us go forth to study beautiful nature, let us try to free our mids from them, let us strive to express ourselves according to our personal temperaments. Time and reflection, moreover, little by little modify our vision, and at last comprehension comes to us.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all.

Nature is more depth than surface, the colours are the expressions on the surface of this depth; they rise up from the roots of the world.

The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.

Genius is the ability to renew one's emotions in daily experience.

I am a pupil of Pissarro.

All my life I have worked to be able to earn my living, but I thought that one could do good painting without attracting attention to one's private life. Certainly, an artist wishes to raise himself intellectually as much as possible, but the man must remain obscure. The pleasure must be found in the work.

All my compatriots are asses compared to me.

The painter must enclose himself within his work; he must respond not with words, but with paintings.

Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen.

The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

I've come to the conclusion that it's not really possible to help others.

If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

I have to keep working, not to arrive at finish, which arouses the admiration of fools... I must seek completion only for the pleasure of being truer and more knowing.

Knowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.

Monet is only an eye, but my God, what an eye!

Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.

It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.

I allow no one to touch me.

Get to the heart of what is before you and continue to express yourself as logically as possible.

Michelangelo is a constructor, and Rafael an artist who, great as he is, is always limited by the model. When he tries to be thoughtful he falls below the niveau of his great rival.

We must not be content to memorize the beautiful formulas of our illustrious predecessors. Let us go out and study beautiful nature.

Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing. Now, open them ... one sees nothing but a great coloured undulation. What then? An irradiation and glory of colour. This is what a picture should give us ... an abyss in which the eye is lost, a secret germination, a coloured state of grace ... loose conciousness. Descend with the painter into the dim tangled roots of things, and rise again from them in colours, be steeped in the light of them.

I owe you the truth in painting, and I will tell it to you.

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

One is neither too scrupulous nor too sincere nor too submissive to nature; but one is more or less master of one's model, and, above all, of the means of expression.

It's not just about looking and copying, it's about feeling too

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.

Painting, like any art, comprises a technique, a workmanlike handling of material, but the accuracy of a tone and the fictitious combination of effects depend entirely on the choice made by the artist.

The most seductive thing about art is the personality of the artist himself.

Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.

Is it the factitious and the conventional that most surely succeed on earth and in the course of life?

Right now a moment of time is fleeting by! Capture its reality in paint! To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become that moment, make ourselves a sensitive recording plate...Give the image of what we actually see, forgetting everything that has been seen before our time.

All pictures painted inside in the studio will never be as good as the things done outside.

Shadow is a colour as light is, but less brilliant; light and shadow are only the relation of two tones.

The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.

Don't be an art critic. Paint. There lies salvation.

I wished to copy nature. I could not. But I was satisfied when I discovered the sun, for instance, could not be reproduced, but only represented by something else.

Under this fine rain I breathe in the innocence of the world. I feel coloured by the nuances of infinity. At this moment I am one with my picture. We are an iridescent chaos.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.

Here on the edge of the river, the motifs are very plentiful, the same subject seen from a different angle gives a subject for study of the highest interest and so varied that I think I could be occupied for months without changing my place, simply bending a little more to the right or left.

It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.

I have not tried to reproduce nature; I have represented it.

Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.

Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.

If I think, I am lost.

What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.

Surely, a single bunch of carrots painted naively, just as we personally see it, is worth all the endless banalities of the Schools, all those dreary pictures concocted out of tobacco juice according to time-honored formulas?

There is no such thing as an amateur artist as different from a professional artist. There is only good art and bad art.

There are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.

All the theories mess you up inside.

It is not about painting life, it is about making painting alive.

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Everything in nature takes its form from the sphere, the cone and the cylinder.

My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.

See how the light tenderly love the apricots, it takes them over completely, enters into their pulp, light them from all sides! But it is miserly with the peaches and light only one side of them.

Perhaps I was born too early. I was more the painter of your generation than of mine.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

The approbation of others is a stimulus of which one must sometimes be wary. The feeling of one's own strength makes one modest.