The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share Image
Under this fine rain I breathe in the innocence of the world. I feel coloured by the nuances of infinity. At this moment I am one with my picture. We are an iridescent chaos... — Paul Cezanne Copy Share Image
I am still searching for the expression of those confused sensations that we bring with us at birth. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
You say a new era in art is preparing; you sensed it coming; continue your studies without weakening. God will do the rest. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
A thousand painters ought to be killed yearly. Say what you like: I'm every inch a painter. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
Taste is the best judge. It is rare. Art only addresses itself to an excessively small number of individuals. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
Here on the edge of the river, the motifs are very plentiful, the same subject seen from a different angle gives a subject for… — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution. — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing. Now, open them ... one sees nothing but a great coloured undulation. What then? An irradiation and… — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature,… — Paul Cezanne Copy Share
