Paul Gauguin Quotes
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Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.
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Many people say that I don't know how to draw because I don't draw particular forms. When will they understand that execution, drawing and color (in other words, style) must be in harmony with the poem?
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Poor artist! You gave away part of your soul when you painted the picture which you are now trying to dispose of.
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My God! How terrible these money questions are for an artist!
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The work of a man is the explanation of the man.
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A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.
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Do you know what will soon be the ultimate in truth?
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In art one is concerned with the condition of the spirit for three quarters of the time; one must therefore care for oneself if he wishes to make something great and lasting.
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In painting one must search rather for suggestion than for description, as is done in music.
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You may dream freely when you listen to music as well as when you look at painting. When you read a book you are the slave of the author's mind.
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Many excellent cooks are spoilt by going into the arts.
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In order to produce something new, you have to return to the original source, to the childhood of mankind.
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Perhaps I have no talent, but all vanity aside - I do not believe that anyone makes an artistic attempt, no matter how small, without having a little - or there are many fools.
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I shut my eyes in order to see.
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Do not copy nature. Art is an abstraction. Rather, bring your art forth by dreaming in front of her and think more of creation.
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Under the continual contact with the pebbles my feet have become hardened and used to the ground. My body, almost constantly nude, no longer suffers from the sun. Civilization is falling from me little by little. I am beginning to think simply, to feel only very little hatred for my neighbor - rather, to love him.
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How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?
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It is better to paint from memory, for thus your work will be your own.
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I'd like to write the way I do my paintings, that is, as fantasy takes me, as the moon dictates.
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Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them.
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Let everything about you breathe the calm and peace of the soul.
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A critic is someone who meddles with something that is none of his business.
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Silence! I am learning to know the silence of a Tahitian night.
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And here in my isolation I can grow stronger. Poetry seems to come of itself, without effort, and I need only let myself dream a little while painting to suggest it.