Claude Monet Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Claude Monet
Claude Monet Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Everyday I discover more and more beautiful things. It's enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.
... Every day I discover even more beautiful things. It is intoxicating me, and I want to paint it all - my head is bursting ...
It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.
The Thames was all gold. God it was beautiful, so fine that I began working a frenzy, following the sun and its reflections on the water.
I'm knocked out, I've never felt so physically and mentally exhausted, I'm quite stupid with it and long only for bed; but I am happy ...
One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.
I let a good many mistakes show through when fixing my sensations. It will always be the same and this is what makes me despair.
Take clear water with grass waving at the bottom. It's wonderful to look at, but to try to paint it is enough to make one insane.
It is only too easy to catch people's attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.
I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.
By the single example of this painter devoted to his art with such independence, my destiny as a painter opened out to me.
I'm never finished with my paintings; the further I get, the more I seek the impossible and the more powerless I feel.
I've been working so hard that I'm exhausted ... I feel I won't be able to do without a few weeks' rest, so I'm going off to see the sea.
Techniques vary, art stays the same; it is a transposition of nature at once forceful and sensitive.
I have once more taken up things that can't be done: water with grasses weaving on the bottom. But I'm always tackling that sort of thing!
I would love to do orange and lemon trees silhouetted against the blue sea, but I cannot find them the way I want them.
One day Boudin said to me, 'Learn to draw well and appreciate the sea, the light, the blue sky.' I took his advice.
I'm very happy, very delighted. I'm setting to like a fighting cockerel, for I'm surrounded here by all that I love.
People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.
I am enslaved to my work, always wanting the impossible, and never, I believe, have I been less favoured by the endlessly changeable weather.
It seems to me that when I see nature I see it ready-made, completely written - but then, try to do it!
What could be said about me ... a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.
I'm quite content: although what I'm doing is far from being as I should like, I am complemented often enough all the same ...
No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.
To have gone to all this trouble to get to this is just too stupid! Outside there's brilliant sunshine but I don't feel up to looking at it ...
I've only myself to blame for it, my impotence most of all and my weakness. If I do any good work now it will be only by chance.
I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.
I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.
While adding the finishing touches to a painting might appear insignificant, it is much harder to do than one might suppose ...
As for myself, I met with as much success as I ever could have wanted. In other words, I was enthusiastically run-down by every critic of the period.
Lots of people will protest that it's quite unreal and that I'm out of my mind, but that's just too bad
It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.
Despite my exhaustion I have a devil of a time getting to sleep because of the rats above my bed and a pig who lives beneath my room ...
When I look at nature I feel as if I'll be able to paint it all, note it all down, and then you might as well forget it once you're working ...
The only merit I have is to have painted directly from nature with the aim of conveying my impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.
Critic asks: 'And what, sir, is the subject matter of that painting?' - 'The subject matter, my dear good fellow, is the light.
What is it that's taken hold of me, for me to carry on like this in relentless pursuit of something beyond my powers?
It is difficult to stop in time because one gets carried away. But I have that strength; it is the only strength I have.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.