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Time is a river without banks.
I am a child who is getting on.
Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.
Mine alone is the country of my soul.
Great art picks up where nature ends.
On cannot be precise, and still be true.
Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul.
I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.
Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.
Work isn't to make money; you work to justify life.
The freer the soul, the more abstract painting becomes.
Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.
Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.
What a genius, that Picasso. It is a pity he doesn't paint.
In my youth, poverty enriched me, but now I can afford wealth.
I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.
When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it
Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?
One must always be careful not to let one's work be covered with moss.
My mother's love for me was so great I have worked hard to justify it.
Art is foremost a state of mind, and only secondarily a problem of form.
For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.
In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.
Mozart never composed anything, ever! He copied what was written on his soul.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
If I weren't a Jew then I wouldn't be an artist, or at least not the one I am now.
All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.
For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.
You cannot explain me with "isms." They are very bad for an artist. What one must believe in is color.
I am a little Jew of Vitebsk. All that I paint, all that I do, all that I am, is just the little Jew of Vitebsk.
If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.
Everything in art must spring from the movement of our whole life-stream, of our whole being - including the unconscious.
But perhaps my art is the art of a lunatic, I thought, mere glittering quicksilver, a blue soul breaking in upon my pictures.
Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul. All souls are sacred, the soul of all the bipeds in every quarter of the globe.
To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.
Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?
I am out to introduce a psychic shock into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning: that is to say, a fourth dimension.
Neither Imperial Russia, nor the Russia of the Soviets needs me. They don't understand me. I am a stranger to them. I'm certain Rembrandt loves me.
We all know that a good person can be a bad artist.But no one will ever be a genuine artist unless he is a great human being and thus also a good one.
One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.
The habit of ignoring Nature is deeply implanted in our times. This attitude reminds me of people who never look you in the eye; I find them disturbing and always have to look away.
You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.
The stars were my best friends. The air was full of legends and phantoms, full of mythical and fair-tale creatures, which suddenly flew away over the roof, so that one was at one with the firmament.