An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.
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What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Cézanne reflects on the profound and enigmatic nature of artistic expression.
Paul Cézanne, a renowned painter, suggests that the essence of what he seeks to convey in his art is deeply rooted in the fundamental nature of existence and sensory experience. His words evoke the idea that true art transcends mere representation; it taps into the mysteries of being and sensation, encouraging viewers to engage with the deeper emotional and intellectual layers of artwork.
Themes
ArtMysteryExistenceSensationExpression
In practice
Example use cases
In an art class, to encourage students to explore deeper meanings in their work.
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