The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.— Paul Gauguin
The most staggering Paul Gauguin quotes that will inspire your inner self
I shut my eyes in order to see.
Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.
Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.
Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!
Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.
My eyes close and uncomprehendingly see the dream in the infinite space that stretches away, elusive, before me.
I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world
By the combination of lines and colors, under the pretext of some motif taken from nature, I create symphonies and harmonies that represent nothing absolutely real in the ordinary sense of the word but are intended to give rise to thoughts as music does.
What still concerns me the most is: am I on the right track, am I making progress, am I making mistakes in art?
for Christ's sake, were the mountains blue, then chuck on some blue and don't go telling me that it was a blue a bit like this or like that, it was blue wasn't it? Good - make them blue and that's enough!
Oh mysterious world of all light, thou hast made a light shine within me, and I have grown in admiration of thy antique beauty, which is the immemorial youth of nature.
Let everything about you breathe the calm and peace of the soul.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
I am a great artist and I know it. It's because of what I am that I have endured so much suffering, so as to pursue my vocation, otherwise I would consider myself a rogue - which is what many people think I am, for that matter.
Do not finish your work too much. An impression is not sufficiently durable for its first freshness to survive a belated search for infinite detail; in this way you let the lava grow cool.
Proficiency in art is a contract with your self and the empowerment of your self. Not all of us demand or even desire proficiency, but for those who do it's necessary to temper the influence of groups. And while some artists think history is bunk, the historical evidence is overwhelming: "In my isolation I grow stronger."
If I did what has already been done, I would be a plagiarist and would consider myself unworthy; so I do something different and people call me a scoundrel. I'd rather be a scoundrel than a plagiarist!
Whatever may happen the sun will rise tomorrow as it rose to-day, beneficent and serene.
Today one can dare anything, and, furthermore, nobody is surprised.
In order to produce something new, you have to return to the original source, to the childhood of mankind.
If you see a tree as blue, then make it blue.
Sooner or later people will learn to recognize your worth
Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them.
It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object; beware of this stumbling block.
A meter of green is greener than a centimeter.
Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will.
Civilization is paralysis.
Seek art and abstraction in nature by dreaming in the presence of it.
There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity.
In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.
Literary poetry in a painter is something special, and is neither illustration nor the translation of writing by form.
How do you see those tree?... They are yellow. Well then put down yellow. And that shadow is rather blue. So render it with pure ultramarine. Those red leaves? Use vermillion.
However depressed I may be I am not in the habit of giving up a project without having tried everything, even the 'impossible', to gain my end.
I am a great artist and I know it, it is because I am that I have been able to endure so much suffering.
There is no such thing as exaggerated art. I even believe that there is salvation only in extreme.
Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?
In Europe men and women have intercourse because they love each other.
In the South Seas they love each other because they have had intercourse. Who is right?
Oh yes! He loved yellow, did good Vincent.
..When the two of us were together in Arles, both of us insane, and constantly at war over beautiful colors, I adored red; where could I find a perfect vermilion?
Oh mysterious world... I have become better for having understood and having loved thy human soul - a flower which has ceased to bloom and whose fragrance no one henceforth will breathe.
Having the certitude of a succession of days... equally free and beautiful, peace descends on me.
A bit of advice, don't copy nature too closely.
Art is an abstraction; as you dream amid nature, extrapolate art from it, and concentrate on what you will create as a result.
The landscape with its violent, pure colours dazzled and blinded me. I was always uncertain.
Beware of luxury! Beware of acquiring the taste and need for it, under the pretext of providing for the morrow.
Sometimes people accuse me of being incomprehensible only because they look for an explicative side to my pictures which is not there.
All the joys - animal and human - of a free life are mine.
I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary.
Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.
Life is merely a fraction of a second.
An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.
But I owe something to Vincent, and that is, in the consciousness of having been useful to him, the confirmation of my own original ideas about painting. And also, at difficult moments, the remembrance that one finds others unhappier than oneself.
A hint - don't paint too much direct from nature.
Art is an abstraction! study nature then brood on it and treasure the creation which will result, which is the only way to ascend towards God - to create like our Divine Master.