Paul Gaugin, fully Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin

Paul
Gaugin, fully Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin
1848
1903

French Post-Impressionist Artist, Painter, Sculptor, Print-Maker, Ceramist and Writer

Author Quotes

Poor artist! You gave away part of your soul when you painted the picture which you are now trying to dispose of.

Perhaps I have no talent, but all vanity aside – I do not believe that anyone makes an artistic attempt, no matter how small, without having a little – or there are many fools.

Painting is the most beautiful of all arts. In it, all sensations are condensed, at its aspect everyone may create romance at the will of his imagination, and at a glance have his soul invaded by the most profound memories, no efforts of memory, everything summed up in one moment. Complete art which sums up all the others and completes them.

Out in the sun, some painters are lined up. The first is copying nature, the second is copying the first, the third is copying the second... You see the sequence.

On an instrument you start from one tone. In painting you start from several.

Oh yes! He loved yellow, did good Vincent... When the two of us were together in Arles, both of us insane, and constantly at war over beautiful colors, I adored red; where could I find a perfect vermilion?

Oh mysterious world... I have become better for having understood and having loved thy human soul – a flower which has ceased to bloom and whose fragrance no one henceforth will breathe.

Oh mysterious world of all light, thou hast made a light shine within me, and I have grown in admiration of thy antique beauty, which is the immemorial youth of nature.

Nothing so resembles a daub as a masterpiece.

No one wants my painting because it is different from other people's — peculiar, crazy public that demands the greatest possible degree of originality on the painter's part and yet won't accept him unless his work resembles that of the others!

Nature has mysterious infinities and imaginative power. It is always varying the productions it offers to us. The artist himself is one of nature's means.

My eyes close and uncomprehendingly see the dream in the infinite space that stretches away, elusive, before me.

Many people say that I don't know how to draw because I don't draw particular forms. When will they understand that execution, drawing and color (in other words, style) must be in harmony with the poem?

Many excellent cooks are spoilt by going into the arts.

Look closely at the Japanese; they draw admirably and yet in them you will see life outdoors and in the sun without shadows.

Literary poetry in a painter is something special, and is neither illustration nor the translation of writing by form.

Life is merely a fraction of a second. An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.

Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge — and has to content oneself with dreaming.

Lacking many of the essential implements, it irritated me to be reduced to impotence in the face of artistic projects to which I had passionately given myself.

It was so simple to paint things as I saw them; to put without special calculation a red close to a blue.

It is well for young men to have a model, but let them draw the curtain over it while they are painting.

It is useless to advise solitude for everyone; one must be strong enough to endure it and to work alone.

In the art of literature there are two contending parties. Those who aim to tell stories that are more or less well thought out, and those who aim at beautiful language, beauty of form. This contest may last a very long time; each side has a fifty-fifty chance. Only the poet can rightfully demand that verse be beautiful and nothing but.

It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object; beware of this stumbling block.

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First Name
Paul
Last Name
Gaugin, fully Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin
Birth Date
1848
Death Date
1903
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French Post-Impressionist Artist, Painter, Sculptor, Print-Maker, Ceramist and Writer