I believe that the great painters with their intellect as master have attempted to force this unwilling medium of paint and canvas into a record of their emotions.
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
Well, I`ve always been interested in approaching a big city in a train, and I can`t exactly describe the sensations, but they`re entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics.
I have tried to present my sensations in what is the most congenial and impressive form possible to me.
The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting.
In general it can be said that a nation`s art is greatest when it most reflects the character of its people.
Well, I have a very simple method of painting.
Yes, linseed oil. I used to use poppy oil, but I have heard that poppy oil is given to cracking pigment too, so I use it no longer.
In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.
If I had the energy, I would have done it all over the county.
There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.
Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.
I think that zinc white has a property of scaling and cracking.
There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions.
If the picture needs varnishing later, I allow a restorer to do that, if there`s any restoring necessary.
This direction is sterile and without hope to those who wish to give painting a richer and more human meaning and a wider scope.
No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.
After all, we are not French and never can be, and any attempt to be so is to deny our inheritance and to try to impose upon ourselves a character that can be nothing but a veneer upon the surface.
I find linseed oil and white lead the most satisfactory mediums.
I use a retouching varnish which is made in France, Libert, and that`s all the varnish I use.
The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.
Painting will have to deal more fully and less obliquely with life and nature`s phenomena before it can again become great.
I find in working always the disturbing intrusion of elements not a part of my most interested vision, and the inevitable obliteration and replacement of this vision by the work itself as it proceeds.
My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.
Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
If the technical innovations of the Impressionists led merely to a more accurate representation of nature, it was perhaps of not much value in enlarging their powers of expression.
The only real influence I`ve ever had was myself.
What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
It`s to paint directly on the canvas without any funny business, as it were, and I use almost pure turpentine to start with, adding oil as I go along until the medium becomes pure oil. I use as little oil as I can possibly help, and that`s my method.
One of the weaknesses of much abstract painting is the attempt to substitute the inventions of the intellect for a pristine imaginative conception.
I believe that the great painters, with their intellect as master, have attempted to force the unwilling medium of paint and canvas into a record of their emotions. I find any digression from this large aim leads me to boredom.
More of me comes out when I improvise.
I trust Winsor and Newton and I paint directly upon it.