What is real for me are the illusions I create with my paintings. Everything else is quicksand.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the subjective nature of reality, suggesting that personal creations hold more value than the external world's uncertainties.
Eugene Delacroix expresses the idea that reality is shaped by personal experiences and perceptions, particularly through the lens of art. He implies that the illusions crafted in his paintings are more substantial and meaningful to him than the transient and unstable nature of the external world, which he likens to quicksand. This reflects a deep commitment to creativity and an understanding of how art can provide a sense of stability and truth amidst life's uncertainties.
In practice
This quote can be used to inspire artists during workshops about personal expression.
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