I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, ‘He feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’ — Vincent van Gogh Continue reading →
Last night brought a return of the cold that knocked me down not so long ago… Not even the Quils seemed to touch it. This morning – no voice at all for awhile. What can you do other than be … Continue reading →
Just dash something down if you see a blank canvas staring at you with a certain imbecility. You do not know how paralyzing it is, that staring of a blank canvas which says to the painter: you don’t know anything. … Continue reading →
When using colors to recreate a general harmony of tones in nature, one loses it by painfully exact imitation. One keeps it by recreating in an equivalent color range, and that may not be exactly, or far from exactly, like … Continue reading →
It isn’t an easy job to paint oneself – at any rate if it is to be different from a photograph. And you see – this, in my opinion, is the advantage that impressionism possesses over all the other things; … Continue reading →
Nature gave us one tongue and two ears so we could hear twice as much as we speak.
