Paul Cezanne
Paul Cezanne
Paul Cézannewas a French artist and Post-Impressionist painter whose work laid the foundations of the transition from the 19th-century conception of artistic endeavour to a new and radically different world of art in the 20th century. Cézanne's often repetitive, exploratory brushstrokes are highly characteristic and clearly recognizable. He used planes of colour and small brushstrokes that build up to form complex fields. The paintings convey Cézanne's intense study of his subjects...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth19 January 1839
CityAix-en-Provence, France
CountryFrance
The clear French landscape is as pure as a verse of Racine.
With a painter's temperament, all that's needed are the means of expression sufficient to be intelligible to the wide public.
Art first of all is optical. That's where the material of our art is: in what our eyes think.
If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.
My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I've been pursuing all my life.
Whoever the master is whom you prefer, this must only be a directive for you. Otherwise you will never be anything but an imitator.
I am progressing very slowly, for nature reveals herself to me in very complex forms; and the progress needed is incessant.
There is no such thing as an amateur artist as different from a professional artist. There is only good art and bad art.
The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read.
One can do good things without being very much of a harmonist or a colourist. It is sufficient to have a sense of art - and this sense is doubtless the horror of the bourgeois.
Perhaps I was born too early. I was more the painter of your generation than of mine.
Everything in nature is formed upon the sphere, the cone and the cylinder. One must learn to paint these simple figures and then one can do all that he may wish.
It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.
The approbation of others is a stimulus of which one must sometimes be wary. The feeling of one's own strength makes one modest.