Much Of The Beauty That Arises In

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

My Pictures Are Made Up Of Four Or Five Colors That Collide With One Another.

An Artist Who Wants To Transpose A Composition Onto A Larger Canvas Must Conceive It Over Again In Order To Preserve Its Expression; He Must Alter Its Character And Not Just Fill In The Squares Into Which He Has Divided His Canvas.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

Cezanne, You See, Is A Sort Of God Of Painting.