I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black.
Henri MatisseRead
The living model, the naked body of a woman, is the privileged seat of feeling, but also of questioning... The model must mark you, awaken in you an emotion which you seek in turn to express.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the emotional and questioning nature of art, especially in the portrayal of the female form.
Henri Matisse suggests that the female body, as a living model, serves as a powerful source of emotion and inquiry for artists. The model's presence should evoke feelings that inspire the artist to express those emotions through their work, creating a dynamic relationship between the subject and the artist.
In practice
In a discussion about the impact of the human form in art.
I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black.
Whoever wishes to devote himself to painting should begin by cutting out his own tongue
Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them.
It is not enough to place colors, however beautiful, one beside the other; colors must also react on one another. Otherwise, you have cacophony.
Color, even more than drawing, is a means of liberation.
Don't try to be original. Be simple. Be good technically, and if there is something in you, it will come out.
The unsatisfied yearning of the artist reaches back to the primordial image in the unconscious which is best fitted to compensate the inadequacy and one-sidedness of the present.
Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.
I have the worst ear for criticism, even when I have created a stage set I like, I always hear the woman in the back of the dress circle, who says she doesn't like blue.
Playing dress up begins at age 5 and never really ends.
That’s my idea of what a portrait ought to be, anonymous and documentary and a straightforward picture of mankind.
Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.
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