The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and 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.
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In painting, as in the other arts, there's not a single process, no matter how insignificant, which can be reasonably made into a formula. You come to nature with your theories, and she knocks them all flat.
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If the painter works directly from nature, he ultimately looks for nothing but momentary effects he does not try to compose, and soon he gets monotonous.
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It is after you have lost your teeth that you can afford to buy steaks.
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I've been 40 years discovering that the queen of all colors was black.
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I consider that women who are authors, lawyers, and politicians are monsters.
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The pain passes. The beauty remains.
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