Best 23 quotes of Odilon Redon on MyQuotes

All my originality consists?in giving life in human fashion to beings which are impossible according to the laws of possibility.

Artists who approach perfection do not have many ideas.

I am certain about what I will never do - but not about what my art will render.

I am repelled by those who voice the word 'nature', without having any trace of it in their hearts.

I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

I have a feeling only for shadows

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

It is difficult to judge one's contemporaries; perhaps it is impossible to understand them.

It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.

Like music my drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate.

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.

Nothing in Art is achieved by will alone. It is achieved by docilely submitting to the subconscious.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

The Artist submits from day to day to the fatal rhythm of the impulses of the universal world which encloses him, continual centre of sensations, always pliant, hypnotized by the marvels of nature which he loves, he scrutinizes. His eyes, like his soul, are in perpetual communion with the most fortuitous of phenomena.

The artist yields often to the stimuli of materials that will transmit his spirit.

The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.

The good work proceeds with tenacity, intention, without interruption, with an equal measure of passion and reason and it must surpass that goal the artist has set for himself.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

The value of art lies in its power to increase our moral force or establish its heightening influence.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

Black is the most essential of all colors. Above all, if I may say so, it draws its excitement and vitality from deep and secret sources of health...One must admire black. Nothing can debauch it.