One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.

The modern architect is, generally speaking, art's greatest enemy.

My concern has always been to paint nudes as if they were some splendid fruit.

There isn't a single person or landscape or subject which doesn't possess some interest, although it may not be immediately apparent. When a painter discovers this hidden treasure, other people are immediately struck by its beauty.

We are in a period of searchers rather than of creators.

I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.

If you paint the leaf on a tree without using a model, your imagination will only supply you with a few leaves; but Nature offers you millions, all on the same tree. No two leaves are exactly the same. The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.