“Under this fine rain I breathe in the innocence of the world. I feel coloured by the nuances of infinity. At this moment I am one with my picture. We are an iridescent chaos.”

Treat nature by the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything in proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point.

Everything is about to disappear. You’ve got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

I advance all of my canvas at one time.

Time and reflection, modify, little by little, our vision, and at last comprehension comes to us.

See how the light tenderly love the apricots, it takes them over completely, enters into their pulp, light them from all sides! But it is miserly with the peaches and light only one side of them.

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience.

With an apple I will astonish Paris.

Treat nature by the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything in proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point.

Drawing and color are by no means two different things. As you paint, you draw… When color is at its richest, form is at its fullest.

The painter unfolds that which has not been seen.

I allow no one to touch me.

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.

I am progressing very slowly, for nature reveals herself to me in very complex forms; and the progress needed is incessant.

Right now a moment of time is passing by! We must become that moment.

There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

When it comes to racism, you hear people say, “I don’t care if people are white, black, purple or green.” Hold on, now, purple or green? Come on now, you gotta draw the line somewhere.

I consider myself a crayon. I may not be your favorite color but one day you’ll need me to complete your picture.

I am a canvas, that I design with colors of identity to madness filled masterpiece of worthiness.

I’m quite arty. I didn’t know whether to become an artist or musician but I realised I could paint with music. All my songs have colours.

I’ve always considered myself a person of color.

The crowd…a cacophony of colour.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, sunsets like this remind me of you.

Once they show you their true color, paint them grey.