Top 15 Paul Gauguin Quotes

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.

...solitude is not to be recommended to everyone, for you have to be strong in order to bear it and act alone.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

It is so small a thing, the life of a man, and yet there is time to do great things, fragments of a common task.

How do you see this tree? Is it green?
...Don't be afraid to paint it as green as possible.

All the joys — animal and human — of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. I am entering into the truth, into nature.

Thanks to our cinctures and corsets we have succeeded in making an artificial being out of woman. She is an anomaly, and Nature herself, obedient to the laws of heredity, aids us in complicating and enervating her. We carefully keep her in a state of nervous weakness and muscular inferiority, and in guarding her from fatigue, we take away from her possibilities of development. Thus modeled on a bizarre ideal of slenderness to which, strangely enough, we continue to adhere, our women have nothing in common with us, and this, perhaps, may not be without grave moral and social disadvantages.

Don't over finish your work. There is value to done.

All the masters have those weak points that are called masterpieces; and besides, they do them as crowd pleasers — to prove that they have the know-how.

The self-esteem one acquires and a well-earned feeling of one's strength are the only consolation in this world. Income, after all, most brutes have that.

In my yellow room,
Sunflowers with purple eyes stands out on a yellow background.
They bath their stems in a yellow pot, on a yellow table.
In a corner of the painting, the signature of the painter: Vincent.
And the yellow sun that passes through the yellow curtains of my room floods all this fluorescence with gold.
And in the morning upon awakening, from my bed,
I imagin that all this smells very good.
Oh yes! He loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from holland.
Those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul
That abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.
When two of us were together in arles, both of us mad and at constant war over the beauty of color, me, i loved the color red,
Where to find a perfect vermilion?
He traced with his most yellow brush on the wall,
Suddenly turned violet.

Je suis saint esprit
Je suis sain d'espri.

Paul gauguin, 1894.

"Is there a recipe for making beauty? The schools give recipes, but they do not beget works that make people exclaim: " How beautiful that is!