Painters understand nature and love it, and teach us to see.
Doesn't the world need the painter's praise anymore?
I am anxious that the world should be inclined to look to painters for information about painting.
Painters ought to be mute. Speech is the enemy of expression.
The function of the painter is to render... the visible surface so that at a certain distance... and position it appears... like the body itself.
I have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world. I don't think that's a painter's business. He just paints paintings without a conscious reason.
The model should only serve the very private function for the painter of providing the starting point for his excitement.
The painter... does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not fit the world to himself. He fits himself to the paint. The self is the servant who bears the paintbox and its inherited contents.
I believe that the quintessential task of every painter in any time has been to concentrate on the essential.
It seems to me it's a painter's duty to try to put an idea into his work.
