Greg Fitzsimmons Quotes

Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.

Color must be thought, imagined, dreamed.

There is certainly a red for everyone.

We never really perceive what color is physically!

The sky is no longer out there, but it is right on the edge of the space you are in. The sense of colour is generated inside you. If you then go outside you will see a different coloured sky. You colour the sky.

Colour as perceived by us is a function of three independent variables at least three are I think sufficient, but time will show if I thrive.

There is no criterion by which to recognize what is a color, except that it is one of our colors.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

In visual perception a color is almost never seen as it really is - as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.

Color is a matter of taste and of sensitivity.

Color is so intuitive.

Thus there is no doubt the eye was intended for us to see with.

If I hold up a red square for 30 seconds and take it away, you will see a perfect green square. It's how the eye works. So if you want to paint a really good red painting, you have to strategically place in some green, so the eye is brought back.

We're made for the light of a cave and for twilight. Twilight is the time we see best. When we dim the light down, and the pupil opens, feeling comes out of the eye like touch. Then you really can feel colour, and experience it.

We think we receive all that we perceive, but in fact, we actually give the sky its colour.

When through the power of sight we see white, that which comes about in the soul through the act of seeing is a modification. And on the basis of this modification, we are able to say that the white which is affecting us exists.

The actual basis of colour is instability. Once you accept that in lieu of something which is stable, which is form, you are dealing with something which is unstable in its basic character, you begin to get a way of dealing with it.

But surely, speaking carefully, we do not sense 'red' and 'blue' any more than 'resemblance' (or 'qualities' any more than 'relations'): we sense something of which we might say, if we wished to talk about it, that 'this is red.'

My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or magenta. But the infinite gradations of color in a fine sunset - from salmon to canary to midnight blue - left him wordless.

When I put a green, it is not grass. When I put a blue, it is not the sky.

He tried to imagine the sound of the color red.

Everybody experiences reality in a way that's only true for them.

I was completely astonished by the beauty of nature. Our eyes see just a small fraction of the light in the world. It is a trick to make a colored world, which does not exist outside of human beings.

The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.