A painter is not intellectual when having painted a nude woman, he leaves in our minds the idea that she is going to get dressed again right away.
While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.
What distuingishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.
The value of art lies in its power to increase our moral force or establish its heightening influence.
The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.
My drawings inspire and are not to be defined. They determine nothing. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous world of the undetermined. They are a kind of metaphor.
It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.