“Design and color are not distinct and separate. As one paints, one draws. The more the colors harmonize, the more the design takes form. When color is at it’s richest, form is at its fullest.”

The world doesn’t understand me and I don’t understand the world, that’s why I’ve withdrawn from it.

My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.

For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.

Monet is only an eye, but my God, what an eye!

There are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.

The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.

Painting is founded on the heart controlled by the head.

The sun penetrates me soundlessly like a distant friend that stirs up my laziness, fertilizes it. We bring forth life.

It is not about painting life, it is about making the painting alive.

The most seductive thing about art is the personality of the artist himself.

When I start thinking, all is lost.

Nature is the best instructor.

The truth is in nature, and I shall prove it.

It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.

I am the primitive of the method I have invented.

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.

I once heard some idiot on the radio saying that all great art has suffering as its dominant theme, and that the greatest artists are only able to create because they suffer immensely in their own lives. What a bunch of bullshit.

I kind of do the drawing with the painting in mind, but it’s very hard to guess at a size or a color and all the colors around it and what it will really look like.

I loved something about the space buns and the weird neon colors. I couldn’t just wear that in real life because people would look weirdly at me, but maybe at a party or something.

Color is crucial in painting, but it is very hard to talk about.

Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.

A good organization is like a box of crayons. You need different colors of the spectrum, but all the crayons should fit in the box.

When white and black and brown and every other color decide they’re going to live together as Christians, then and only then are we going to see an end to these troubles.