Paintings Have A Life Of Their Own

I Work As Diligently On My Canvases As The Laborers Do In Their Fields.

I Do Not Know Myself How I Paint It. I Sit Down With A White Board Before The Spot That Strikes Me. I Look At What Is Before My Eyes, And Say To Myself, That White Board Must Become Something.

I Have Played Hell Somewhat With The Truthfulness Of The Colours.

Whatever Plan One Makes, There Is A Hidden Difficulty Somewhere.

Gauguin Says That When Sailors Have To Move A Heavy Load Or Raise An Anchor, They All Sing Together To Keep Them Up And Give Them Vim. That's Just What Artists Lack!