When I had spent a few days without thinking, without doing anything, I would feel a sudden urge to paint. Then I would set up my easel in full sunshine.

Good painting is like good cooking; it can be tasted, but not explained.

I knew neither jealousy nor hate but was possessed by a rage to recreate a new world, the world which my eyes perceived, a world all to myself. I was poor but I knew that life is beautiful.

I was poor but I knew that life is beautiful. And I had no other ambition than to discover with the help of new means those deep inner ties that linked me to the very soil.

I was a barbarian, tender and full of violence. I translated by instinct, without any method, not merely an artistic truth but above all a human one.

When I get my hands on painting materials I don't give a damn about other people's painting... every generation must start again afresh.

I seem initially to have followed Fauvism, and then to have followed in Cézanne's footsteps. Whatever - I do not mind... as long as first of all I remained Vlaminck.

When I work I always find something.

Only the series of colors on the canvas with all their power and vibrancy could, in combination with each other, render the chromatic feeling of that landscape.

In art, theories are as useful as a doctor's prescription; one must be sick to believe them.

That's creativity in a nutshell. A messy tug-of-war with imagination to erase that feeling that nothing really matters anyway.

When it comes to mental illness most of the diagnoses are similar or the same yet they can never display how we individually go through our pain.

Written up in marker on a factory sign:I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine

Our play is not something separate from our spirituality

Make certain that your goals are not measured in comparison with others.

The most difficult thing about an easy match is to make a weak opponent play bad football.

I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.

It is commonly supposed that the art of pleasing is a wonderful aid in the pursuit of fortune; but the art of being bored is infinitely more successful.

Metro, built in the late 20th century, is the most escalator-dependent system in the world.

Don’t look for society to give you permission to be yourself.