A painting that is well composed is half finished.
I am just beginning to understand what it is to paint. A painter should have two lives, one in which to learn, and one in which to practice his art.
One always talks of surrendering to nature. There is also such a thing as surrendering to the picture.
The precision of naming takes away from the uniqueness of seeing.
One does not always sing out of happiness.
Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.