To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
Regularity, order, desire for perfection destroy art. Irregularity is the basis of all art.
Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.
What seems most significant to me about our movement is that we have freed painting from the importance of the subject. I am at liberty to paint flowers and call them flowers, without their needing to tell a story.
I've been 40 years discovering that the queen of all colors was black.
I like a painting which makes me want to stroll in it.
Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then [the painting] is finished.
Photography freed painting from a lot of tiresome chores, starting with family portraits.
I consider that women who are authors, lawyers, and politicians are monsters.
The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself, carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion; it is the current which he puts forth which sweeps you along in his passion.
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.
I need to feel the excitement of life stirring around me, and I will always need to feel that.
I look at a nude. There are myriads of tiny tints. I must find the ones that will make the flesh on my canvas live and quiver.
There are quite enough unpleasant things in life without the need to manufacture more.
Why should beauty be suspect?
Paint with joy - with the same joy that you would make love to a woman.
I want a red to be sonorous, to sound like a bell. If it doesn't turn out that way, I add more reds and other colors until I get it.
-last words about painting, age 78... I think I'm beginning to learn something about it.
We are in a period of searchers rather than of creators.
You come to nature with all her theories, and she knocks them all flat.
The advantage of growing old is that you become aware of your mistakes more quickly.
Go and see what others have produced, but never copy anything except nature. You would be trying to enter into a temperament that is not yours and nothing that you would do would have any character.
It's with my brush that I make love.
One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.
White does not exist in nature.
Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.