It’s so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.
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It’s so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.
PAUL CEZANNEUnder 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.
PAUL CEZANNEA puny body weakens the soul.
PAUL CEZANNETell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.
PAUL CEZANNEWhat I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.
PAUL CEZANNEOptics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.
PAUL CEZANNESometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.
PAUL CEZANNEIf I think, everything is lost.
PAUL CEZANNEI must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.
PAUL CEZANNEI allow no one to touch me.
PAUL CEZANNEThere are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.
PAUL CEZANNEWe live in a rainbow of chaos.
PAUL CEZANNEPeople think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.
PAUL CEZANNEI could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
PAUL CEZANNEKnowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.
PAUL CEZANNEI’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not really possible to help others.
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