Paul Gauguin Quotes
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Concentrate your strengths against your competitor's relative weaknesses.
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The history of modern art is also the history of the progressive loss of art's audience. Art has increasingly become the concern of the artist and the bafflement of the public.
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How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?
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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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A critic is someone who meddles with something that is none of his business.
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Do you know what will soon be the ultimate in truth?
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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.
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A time will come when people will think I am a myth, or rather something the newspapers have made up.
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Painting is the most beautiful of all arts. In it, all sensations are condensed, at its aspect everyone may create romance at the will of his imagination, and at a glance have his soul invaded by the most profound memories, no efforts of memory, everything summed up in one moment. Complete art which sums up all the others and completes them.
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Stay firmly in your path and dare; be wild two hours a day!
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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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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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The work of a man is the explanation of the man.
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It is better to paint from memory, for thus your work will be your own.
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Seek art and abstraction in nature by dreaming in the presence of it.
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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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Today one can dare anything, and, furthermore, nobody is surprised.
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Why did I hesitate to put all this glory of the sun on my canvas?
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Many excellent cooks are spoilt by going into the arts.
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My God! How terrible these money questions are for an artist!
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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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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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Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.