Quotes About Interpretation

it has always been so much my desire to paint for those who don't know the artistic side of a painting.

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

I couldn't care less what the colours are in reality.

To me, that book has been both a revelation and a gospel.

Housed in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, the following plate was completed in 1886, portraying the unusual subject of a skeleton smoking a cigarette. The work has roused many interpretations, including a depiction of mortality and a prophetic cry of the dangers of tobacco. In the next two years, van Gogh painted two other paintings with skulls, illustrating his fascination with the macabre subject.

Painters understand nature & love her & teach us to see.

You may know that the peony is Jeannin's, the hollyhock belongs to Quost, but the sunflower is mine in a way.

ache belo tudo o que puder, a maioria das pessoas não acha belo o suficiente.

Por enquanto só O semeador e o Café noturno são ensaios de quadros compostos

O mal é que estou bastante propenso a me deixar impressionar, a sentir eu próprio as crenças de outrem e a nem sempre questionar o fundo de verdade que possa existir no absurdo.

Millet nos legou a síntese do camponês e hoje, sim, temos Lhermitte, claro, há ainda alguns outros, Meunier... mas aprendemos hoje mais geralmente a ver os camponeses? Não, quase ninguém sabe produzir um.

In short it is not as good as your painting yet; never mind, it will come; you must certainly continue your sonnets. There are so many people, especially among our comrades, who imagine that words are nothing - on the contrary, isn't it true that saying a thing well is as interesting and as difficult as painting it? There is the art of lanes and colours, but the art of words is there nonetheless, and will remain.

There are certain times when it is far from clear to us that art should be something sacred or good.

Try to grasp the essence of what the great artists, the serious masters, say in their masterpieces, and you will again find God in them. One man has written or said it in a book, another in a painting. Just read the Bible and the Gospel, that will start you thinking, thinking about many things, thinking about everything, well then, think about many things, think about everything, that will lift your thoughts above the humdrum despite yourself. We know how to read, so let us read!

can you tell what goes on within by looking at what happens without? There may be a great fire in your soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself by it, all that passers-by can see is a little smoke coming out of the chimney and they walk on"_Page.70-71

I'd wish that everyone had what I'm gradually beginning to acquire, the ability to read a book easily and quickly and to retain a strong impression of it. Reading books is like looking at paintings: without doubting, without hesitating, with self-assurance, one must find beautiful that which is beautiful.

But what would Monsieur Tersteeg say about this picture when he said before a Sisley - Sisley, the most discreet and gentle of the impressionists - "I can't help thinking that the artist who painted that was a little tipsy." If he saw my picture, he would say that it was delirium tremens in full swing.

Do not commit your poems to pages alone, sing them I pray you.

A good book is never finished—-it goes on whispering to you from the wall.

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.

That complete statement which is literature.

When a subject is highly controversial... one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold. One can only give one's audience the chance of drawing their own conclusions as they observe the limitations, the prejudices, the idiosyncrasies of the speaker.

After a little bit, [the wolf] heard a human voice call out from inside the house, "Little Red Riding Hood, is that you? Have you come to visit your Granny?" But since the wolf didn't speak human, he guessed what the person had said was: "Did I hear something? Is there someone out there who needs to come in, could you scratch louder?" So that's what the wolf did: he scratched louder.

Classical plays require more imagination and more general training to be able to do. That's why I like playing Shakespeare better than anything else.