“You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.” IfsWantDisappear Author:Paul Cezanne
“The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read. We must not, however, be satisfied with retaining the beautiful formulas of our illustrious predecessors. Let us go forth to study beautiful nature, let us try to free our mids from them, let us strive to express ourselves according to our personal temperaments. Time and reflection, moreover, little by little modify our vision, and at last comprehension comes to us.” TryingLittlesArtBookLastsBeautifulVisionStudyReflectionStriveSatisfiedFormulasTemperamentComprehensionPredecessorsRetainingBeautiful NatureLouvre Author:Paul Cezanne
“May I repeat what I told you here: treat nature by means of the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything brought into proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point. Lines parallel to the horizon give breadth... lines perpendicular to this horizon give depth. But nature for us men is more depth than surface, whence the need to introduce into our light vibrations, represented by the reds and yellows, a sufficient amount of blueness to give the feel of air.” MenNeedsGivingFeelsMayMeanArtLightSidesLinesAirObjectsPerspectiveAmountTreatsDepthSurfacePlanesSufficientRepeatsHorizonSpheresIntroducingParallelsVibrationsBreadthConesCylinders Author:Paul Cezanne
“Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing. Now, open them ... one sees nothing but a great coloured undulation. What then? An irradiation and glory of colour. This is what a picture should give us ... an abyss in which the eye is lost, a secret germination, a coloured state of grace ... loose conciousness. Descend with the painter into the dim tangled roots of things, and rise again from them in colours, be steeped in the light of them.” ThinkingGivingShouldStatesLightEyeLostWaitingSecretGraceColorGloryRootsPainterColourAbyssTangled Author:Paul Cezanne
“It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.” ThinkingArtistEmotionImpossible Author:Paul Cezanne
