It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.
I've come to the conclusion that it's not really possible to help others.
It's not just about looking and copying, it's about feeling too
What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.
I paint as if I were Rothschild.
It is not about painting life, it is about making painting alive.