Colors were dynamite for us.

It was the era of photography. This may have influenced us, and played a part in our reaction against anything resembling a snapshot of life. (On the year 1905)

Art must not be intelligent; art is a jouisance, an enjoyment

The substance of painting is light.

We become intoxicated with color, with words that speak of color, and with the sun that makes colors brighter.

Fauvism was our ordeal by fire... colours became charges of dynamite. They were expected to charge light... The great merit of this method was to free the picture from all imitative and conventional contact.

I'd like to study the drawings of kids. That's where the truth is, without a doubt.