Everyone knows that yellow, orange, and red suggest ideas of joy and plenty. I can paint you the skin of Venus with mud, provided you let me surround it as I will.— Eugene Delacroix
The most off-limits Eugene Delacroix quotes that are little-known but priceless
The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.
A picture is nothing but a bridge between the soul of the artist and that of the spectator.
Seeing artistically does not happen automatically.
We must constantly develop our powers of observation.
It is often we come the closest to the essence of an artist.
.. in his or her pocket notebooks and travel sketchbooks... where written comments and personal notes provide an intimate insight into the magical mind of a working artist.
A fine suggestion, a sketch with great feeling, can be as expressive as the most finished product.
Experience has two things to teach. The first is that we must correct a great deal and the second, that we must not correct too much.
As for the ridiculous fear of making things below one's potential abilities.
.. No, there is the root of the evil. There is the hiding place of stupidity I must attack: vain mortal, you are limited by nothing.
Always, at the back of your soul, there is something that says to you, 'Mortal, drawn from eternal life for a short time, think how precious these moments are.
I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal.
The more an object is polished or brilliant, the less you see its own color and the more it becomes a mirror reflecting the color of its surroundings.
A taste for simplicity cannot last for long.
Perfect beauty implies perfect simplicity, a quality that at first sight does not arouse the emotions which we feel before gigantic works, objects whose very disproportion constitutes an element of beauty.
Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.
All painting worth its name, unless one is talking about black and white, must include the idea of color as one of its necessary supports, in the same way that it includes chiaroscuro, proportion, and perspective.
Commonplace people have an answer for everything and nothing ever surprises them. They try to look as though they knew what you were about to say better than you did yourself, and when it is their turn to speak, they repeat with great assurance something that they have heard other people say, as though it were their own invention.
I believe it safe to say that all progress must lead, not to further progress, but finally to the negation of progress, a return to the point of departure.
If painters left nothing of themselves after their deaths, so that we were obliged to rank them as we do actors according to the judgment of their contemporaries, how different their reputations would be from what posterity has made them!
Remember the enemy of all painting is gray: a painting will almost always appear grayer than it is, on account of its oblique position under the light.
What is real for me are the illusions I create with my paintings. Everything else is quicksand.
The source of genius is imagination alone.
Mythological subjects always new. Modern subjects difficult because of the absence of the nude and the wretchedness of modern costume.
The source of genius is imagination alone, the refinement of the senses that sees what others do not see, or sees them differently.
I have told myself a hundred times that painting - that is, the material thing called a painting - is no more than a pretext, the bridge between the mind of the painter and the mind of the spectator.
Do not be troubled for a language, cultivate your soul and she will show herself.
Give me some mud, and I will paint you a woman's flesh.
Every time I await a model, even when I am most pressed to time, I am overjoyed when the time comes and I tremble when I hear the key turn in the door.
The things one experiences alone with oneself are very much stronger and purer.
Finishing a painting demands a heart of steel: everything requires a decision, and I find difficulties where I least expect them... It is at such moments that one fully realizes one's own weaknesses.
Experience alone can give, even to the greatest talent, that confidence in having done all that could be done.
Not only can color, which is under fixed laws, be taught like music, but it is easier to learn than drawing, whose elaborate principles cannot be taught.
Do all the work you can; that is the whole philosophy of the good way of life.
When a thing bores you, do not do it.
A taste for simplicity cannot endure for long.
What I have done cannot be taken from me.
One should not be too difficult. An artist should not treat himself like an enemy.
There is a man whose qualities can be savored by people who are getting old.
.. The painter qualities are carried to the highest point in his work: what he does is done - through and through; when he paints eyes, they are lit with the fire of life.
Take hold of objects by their centres, not by their lines of contour.
.. The contour accentuated uniformly and beyond proportion, destroys plasticity, bringing forward those parts of an object which are always most distant from the eye - namely its outlines.
I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal.
He it is who notes that individuality which is the seal of the weakness of our race. My soul has wings, but the brutal jailer is strict.
One always has to spoil a picture a little bit, in order to finish it.
What makes men of genius, or rather, what they make, is not new ideas, it is that idea -- possessing them -- that what has been said has still not been said enough.
I am carrying out my plan, so long formulated, of keeping a journal.
What I most keenly wish is not to forget that I am writing for myself alone. Thus I shall always tell the truth, I hope, and thus I shall improve myself. These pages will reproach me for my changes of mind.
Nature creates unity even in the parts of a whole.
If you are not skillful enough to sketch a man jumping out of a window in the time it takes him to fall from the fourth storey to the ground, you will never be able to produce great works.
Can any man say with certainty that he was happy at a particular moment of time which he remembers as being delightful? Remembering it certainly makes him happy, because he realizes how happy he could have been, but at the actual moment when the alleged happiness was occurring, did he really feel happy? He was like a man owning a piece of ground in which, unknown to himself, a treasure lay buried.
Draughtsmen may be made, but colourists are born.
One must learn to be grateful for one's own findings.
It is only possible to speak in the language and in the spirit of one's time.
Glory to that Homer of painting, to that father of warmth and enthusiasm... he really paints men.
What torments my soul is its loneliness.
The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works.