“Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.”

I’ve done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don’t want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that’s enough.

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

I am good at only two things, and those are gardening and painting.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

I am enslaved to my work, always wanting the impossible, and never, I believe, have I been less favoured by the endlessly changeable weather.

To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.

I can only draw what I see.

Pictures aren’t made out of doctrines. Since the appearance of impressionism, the official salons, which used to be brown, have become blue, green, and red…But peppermint or chocolate, they are still confections.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

I’m not performing miracles, I’m using up and wasting a lot of paint.

Thanks to my work everything’s going well; it’s a great consolation.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

My eyes were finally opened and I understood nature. I learned at the same time to love it.

I had so much fire in me and so many plans.

Getting up at 4 in the morning, I slave away all day until by the evening I’m exhausted, and I end by forgetting all my responsibilities, thinking only of the work I’ve set out to do.

No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself to finish paintings which do not satisfy me and seem to please so very few others.

Blueness doth express trueness.

But the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target

Life is a metaphysical autumn, with time it changes the color of life and fall, but always has an aura of change and depth.

My color is my joy and not my burden.

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.

Alcohol was the background color in the fabric of Reggie’s life.

When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken, Dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk.

I love pointy nails! A cute way to add a pop of color to your nails is to make a V-shape at the ends of them in a pastel color.