Imagine what a harmonious world it could be if every

single person shared a little of what he is good at doing.

                                                                                                                                               

                                               Quincy Jones

 

 

Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing.

        Now, open them. . . . . .

One sees nothing but a great colored undulation.

What then?  An iridescence and glory of color.

That is what a picture should give us,

a warm harmony, an abyss in which the eye is lost,

a secret germination, a colored state of grace.

All these tones circulate in the blood, don't they?

One is revivified, born into the real world,

one finds oneself, one becomes the painting.

To love a painting,

one must first have drunk deeply of it in long draughts.

Lose consciousness.

Descend with the painter into the dim tangled roots of things,

or rise again from them in colors.

 

                                              Paul Cezanne