Color possesses me.
Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.
Color and I are one. I am a painter.
Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.
The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.
Color is a plastic means of creating intervals... color harmonics produced by special relationships, or tensions. We differentiate now between formal tensions and color tensions, just as we differentiate in music between counterpoint and harmony.
Our entire being is nourished by color.
It is not the form that dictates the color, but the color that brings out the form.
Colors produce a spiritual vibration, the impression they create is important only as a step towards this vibration.
Color is a means to exert a direct influence on the soul.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
Color provokes a psychic vibration. Color hides a power still unknown but real, which acts on every part of the human body.
I applied streaks and blobs of colors onto the canvas with a palette knife, and I made them sing with all the intensity I could...
Color transmits and translates emotion.
Color cannot stand alone.
Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.
The sensations of colors on the palette can be spiritual experiences.
Whether the psychological effect of color is direct...or whether it is the outcome of association, is open to question. The soul being one with the body, it may well be possible that a psychological tremor generates corresponding one through association.
With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.
Seek for the boldest color possible, content is irrelevant.
The main function of color should be to serve expression.
It is only after years of preparation that the young artist should touch color, not color used descriptively, that is, but as a means of personal expression.
Color, even more than drawing, is a means of liberation.
Color exists in itself, possessing its own beauty.
It is with color that you render light, though you must also feel this light, have it within yourself.
Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them.
My choice of colors does not rest on any scientific theory, it is based on observation, on feeling, on the experience of my sensibility.
Color helps to express light, not the physical phenomenon, but the only light that really exists, that in the artist's brain.
Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.
A thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful.
A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.
Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.
Color deceives continuously.
I want color and form to have contradictorily functions.
We never really perceive what color really is, as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.
I have always wanted my colors to sing.
I found I could say things with colors that I could not say in any other way, things for which I had no words.
Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.
Vincent Van Gogh
Instead of trying to reproduce exactly what I see before me, I make an arbitrary use of color to express myself more forcefully.
Vincent Van Gogh
The painter of the future will be a colorist unlike anything yet.
Vincent Van Gogh
In this movement of colors I find the essence, which does not arise from a system, or an a priori theory.
Color the invisible.
Color is fun, color is just plain gorgeous, a gourmet meal for the eye, the window of the soul.
Color is crucial in painting, but it is very hard to talk about. There is almost nothing you can say that holds up as a generalization, because it depends on too many factors: size, modulation, the rest of the field, a certain consistency that color has with forms, and the statement you're trying to make.
The more basic the color, the more inward, the more pure.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
Colored planes, by their position and size as well as by their value, express only relationships, not forms.
When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.
There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.
There is no model, there is only color.
There is a logic of the colors to which the painter should adapt, it is not the logic of the brain.
It is necessary to introduce light vibrations, represented by reds and yellows, and a sufficient amount of blues, to obtain an airy feeling.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No.
I work with few colors, what creates the illusion of quantity is that they fell in the right place.
When I haven't any blue I use red.
I want to know one thing, what is color?
Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
Like emotions, colors are a reflection of life.
I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.
If you are moved only by the color relationships, then you miss the point.
If light is the spiritual quality of painting, color is surely its heart and passion.
For me, each nuance of a color is in some way an individual, a being who is from the same race as the base color, but who definitely possesses a distinct character and personal soul.
Color is sensitivity in material form, substance in its purest form.
Color is enslaved by line, that becomes writing.
Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
Above all, keep your colors fresh!
Black is not a color.
Color is a matter of taste and sensitivity.
Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.
It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object; beware of this stumbling block.
Color is energy made visible.
Light is color.
J. M. W. Turner
Colors are brighter when the mind is open.
Color and sound, twin aspects of spirit interwoven in the language of life, are healing forces of the soul.
Learn to reach for colors instinctively, not automatically. Instinctively implies knowledge, sensitivity and perception. Automatically implies a mechanical reaction and a process that's akin to a formula.
There are times when we need certain colors. They nourish the soul in a way nothing else does.
Catherine Jo Morgan
I paint with colors that feed my soul.
Catherine Jo Morgan
I never met a color I didn't like.
Color, rather than shape, is more closely related to emotion.
Man needs color to live; it's just as necessary an element as fire and water.
Colors speak all languages.
Color in painting lures the eyes as verses do in poetry.
This may sound a bit simple, but the rainbow was my teaching source about mixing color.
Color is like music. The palette is an instrument that can be orchestrated to build form.
Color is the language of the poets. It is astonishingly lovely. To speak it is a privilege.
Color creates energy, energy creates inspiration and inspiration creates change.
Ricky Lee Gordon
Color is only beautiful when it means something.
To use color well is as difficult as for a fish to pass from water to air or earth.
When you feel colors, you will understand the why of their forms.
Color in certain places has the great value of making the outlines and structural planes seem more energetic.
I never wanted color to be color. I never wanted texture to be texture, or images to become shapes. I wanted them all to fuse together into a living spirit.
Every form is a base for color, every color is the attribute of a form.
Color in color is felt at any and every place of the pictorial organization; in its immediacy - its particularity. Color must be felt throughout.
I think of color as being seen in and throughout, not solely on the surface.
Color is the essence of painting, which the subject always killed.
I ripped through the blue shade of the constraints of color.
I have broken the blue boundary of color limits, come out into the white; beside me comrade-pilots swim in this infinity.
Color is a language, like music.
The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most.
Then very slowly I go to slightly lighter colors until little by little, the forms begin to take shape and I start to see what is happening. Since I never plan in advance, I simply let myself be led by instinct, taste and intuition. And it is in this manner that I find myself creating visions that I have never before imagined. And little by little certain color effects develop that excite me and I find the painting itself leading me on and I become only an instrument of a greater, wiser force...or being...or intelligence than I myself am.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
All the other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul. Purple is not just a noun and an adjective but also a verb, when you look at it, it's looking back at you.
Color does not add a pleasant quality to design - it reinforces it.
White... is death. It’s hospitals. It’s my terrible nurses. White is absolute horror. It is just the worst.
A time will come when the eye of man will perceive colors as feelings within itself.
I want to give colors intoxication, fullness, excitement, power by trying to forget Impressionism.
Color has such a friendly appearance, that I always see it with fresh delight, now with all its tints, like the spirits of the light, it nestles in and penetrates all physical forms…
Philipp Otto Runge
Blue is the male principle, astringent and spiritual. Yellow is the female principle, gentle, gay and spiritual. Red is matter, brutal and heavy and always the color to be opposed and overcome by the other two.
Color is knowledge.
Color, to continue had to occur in space.
Color is the first revelation of the world.
Color must be thought, imagined, dreamed.
What I most cherish is the observation of the movement of colors. Only in this have I found the laws of those simultaneous and complementary color contrasts that nourish the actual rhythm of my vision. In this I find the actual essence, an essence which is not born out of an a priori system or theory.
I'm interested in creating a space through color contrasts, rather than by simple shadows of light and dark.
One who knows how to appreciate color relationships, the influence of one color with another, their contrasts and dissonances, is promised an infinite variety of images.
A color is as strong as the impression it creates.
Ivan Le Lorraine Albright
Who told you that one paints with colors? One makes use of colors, but paints with emotions.
Jean Siméon Chardin
We stand for a use of color free from the imitation of things as colored objects. We stand for an aerial vision in which the material of color is expressed in all of the manifold possibilities our subjectivity can create.
One can paint with two colors, and draw with one. Three, or four at most, have for centuries been enough men.
The effects of color are controlled by intuition.
The art of the colorist has in some ways elements of mathematics and music.
Don't be afraid of putting on color, refine the work little by little.
The good painter is the one who buries a color every day.
I love colors... as much as I love concepts.
I also learned that you are affected by your environment, even if you try not to be. Color, light that is, matters because you want to do justice to it and also you get excited by it.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
Colors were dynamite for us.
We become intoxicated with color, with words that speak of color, and with the sun that makes colors brighter.