Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent Willem van Gogh; 30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter whose work had a far-reaching influence on 20th-century art. In just over a decade he created approximately 2100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of them in the last two years of his life. They include landscapes, still lifes, portraits and self-portraits, and are characterised by symbolic colourisation and dramatic, impulsive and highly expressive paintwork. He sold only one painting during his lifetime and...
NationalityDutch
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth30 March 1853
CityZundert, Netherlands
If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.
I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin....
Painting demands an intelligent model.
As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.
What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.
My aim in life is to make pictures and drawings, as many and as well as I can; then, at the end of my life... looking back with love and tender regret, and thinking, 'Oh, the pictures I might have made!'
I am no friend of present-day Christianity, though its Founder was sublime.
Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.
Drawing is the root of everything, and the time spent on that is actually all profit.
I know for sure that I have an instinct for color, and that it will come to me more and more, that painting is in the very marrow of my bones.
Benjamin Murphy is the best artist since sliced bread.
I can't work without a model. I won't say I turn my back on nature ruthlessly in order to turn a study into a picture, arranging the colors, enlarging and simplifying; but in the matter of form I am too afraid of departing from the possible and the true.
I have a firm faith in art, a firm confidence in its being a powerful stream which carries a man to a harbor, though he himself must do his bit too.
The painter of the future will be a colorist unlike anything yet.