“No academy could have given me all I discovered by getting my teeth into the exhibitions, the shop windows, and the museums of Paris . Beginning with the market - where, for lack of money, I bought only a piece of a long cucumber - the workman in his blue overall, the most ardent followers of Cubism , everything showed a definite feeling for proportion, clarity, an accurate sense of form, of a more painterly kind of painting, even in the canvases of second-rate artists.” KindLongFeelingsFormArtistGivenPiecesPaintingWindowBlueRateTeethClarityParisProportionShopsMuseumsFollowersAccurateDefiniteAcademyArdentExhibitionsWorkmenSecond RateCucumbersCubismShop Windows Author:Marc Chagall
“My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.” KindHandsTurnsForceStarsSkySpecialMeaning Of LifeOccupation Author:Marc Chagall
“What counts is art. painting, a kind of painting that is quite different from what everyone makes it out to be. But what kind? Will God or someone else give me the strength to breathe the breath of prayer and mourning into my paintings, the breath of prayer for redemption and resurrection?” GivingKindArtDifferentPrayerPaintingGive MeBreathsBreatheRedemptionMourningResurrectionGive Me Strength Author:Marc Chagall
