The first quality for a painting is to be a joy for the eye. This does not mean that mind is not necessary, but it happens the same as for fair poetry…all the cleverness of the world could not prevent them to be awful, if they offend the ear. (June 22, 1863, Diary 1822 – 1863, Eugène Delacroix)
The more the art of the painter is close to the human heart, the more it seems to be connected to the substance. (Louroux, September 3, 1822, Diary 1822 – 1863, Eugène Delacroix)
Work must not be interrupted: that is why time, that is why nature – that is to say what works slowly and endlessly – makes such a good work. (Paris 12 May 1852, Diary 1822 – 1863, Eugène Delacroix)
…. painting in its substance is only a pretext, a bridge between the spirit of the painter and that of the viewer. (July 18, 1824, Diary 1822 – 1863, Eugène Delacroix)
An art of deepness exists that seems to halt the boundaries of universe and knowledge, to nourish trough meditation of painters and to translate the intimate keys that sound inside of them with a strange power.
An art of deepness exists that seems to halt the boundaries of universe and knowledge, to nourish trough meditation of painters and to translate the intimate keys that sound inside of them with a strange power. This is the language through which – by means of the alphabet of forms – the power of dreams, the magic of past and the enchantment of the heart do express. (Hokusai, Henry Focillon)
Esiste un’arte della profondità che sembra arrestare i confini dell’universo e della conoscenza, nutrirsi della meditazione dei pittori e tradurre gli intimi accordi che risuonano dentro di loro con una strana forza. È il linguaggio attraverso cui si esprimono, mediante l’alfabeto delle forme, la potenza dei sogni, la magia del passato, gli incantesimi del cuore. (Hokusai, Henry Focillon)
An art of deepness exists that seems to halt the boundaries of universe and knowledge, to nourish through meditation of painters and to translate the intimate keys that sound inside of them with a strange power. This is the language through which - by means of the alphabet of forms – the power of dreams, the magic of past and the enchantment of the heart do express. (Hokusai, Henry Focillon)