Brush strokes Quote by Karel Appel

“My brush-strokes start in nothing and they end in nothing, and in-between you find the image.”

Karel Appel

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I don't paint, I hit.

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You have to learn it all, then forget it and start again like a child. This is the inner evolution.

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When I was young I once found a book in a Dutch translation, 'The leaves of Grass'. It was the first time a book touched me by its feeling of freedom and open spaces, the way the poet spoke of the ocean by describing a drop of water in his hand. Walt Whitman was offering the world an open hand…

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If I paint like a barbarian, it's because we live in a barbarous age

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Through play, we renew contact with childhood – My art is childlike.

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The duty of the artist is not to be calculating in any sense, so that he may be free himself of human emotions while…

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As an artist you have to fight and survive the wilderness to keep your creative freedom. Creativity is very fragile.

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Every day I have to be awake to escape.. ..The whole world is sleepy. It is a real fight to be awake, to see…

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My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee,…

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I'm not a pessimist. Maybe I don't have a primitive feeling of happiness, that is true. Sometimes my color is happy but not the…

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How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes; I am all random”.

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Is as if the music is another character or as if it was a part of this great opera. I also through about this…

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Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises me, music rhythms me. Art is my rod and staff, my resting place and shield, and not mine only, for art leaves nobody out. Even those from whom art has been stolen away by tyranny, by poverty, begin to make it again. If the arts did not…

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