I've never let one day go by without painting, or at least without drawing.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.
It's with my brush that I make love.
In a few generations you can breed a racehorse. The recipe for making a man like Delacroix is less well known.