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.
Paul CezanneRead
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
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.
In practice
In an art class, to encourage students to explore deeper meanings in their work.
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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Monet is only an eye, but my God, what an eye!
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I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
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Art is always about overcoming obstacles between the inner condition and the skill for expression.
It was an unforgettable picture to see Chopin sitting at the piano like a clairvoyant, lost in his dreams; to see how his vision communicated itself through his playing, and how, at the end of each piece, he had the sad habit of running one finger over the length of the plaintive keyboard, as though to tear himself forcibly away from his dream.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
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