The Artist submits from day to day to the fatal rhythm of the impulses of the universal world which encloses him, continual centre of sensations, always pliant, hypnotized by the marvels of nature which he loves, he scrutinizes. His eyes, like his soul, are in perpetual communion with the most fortuitous of phenomena.
The artist yields often to the stimuli of materials that will transmit his spirit. - Odilon Redon
The artist yields often to the stimuli of materials that will transmit his spirit.
- Odilon Redon
While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt. - Odilon Redon
While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.
True art lies in a reality that is felt. - Odilon Redon
True art lies in a reality that is felt.
I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops. - Odilon Redon
I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.
I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories. - Odilon Redon
I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.
I am repelled by those who voice the word 'nature', without having any trace of it in their hearts. - Odilon Redon
I am repelled by those who voice the word 'nature', without having any trace of it in their hearts.
Nothing in Art is achieved by will alone. It is achieved by docilely submitting to the subconscious. - Odilon Redon
Nothing in Art is achieved by will alone. It is achieved by docilely submitting to the subconscious.
I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left … - Odilon Redon
I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left …
Like music my drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate. - Odilon Redon
Like music my drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate.
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