In painting, as in the other arts, there’s not a single process, no matter how insignificant, which can be reasonably made into a formula. You come to nature with your theories, and she knocks them all flat.

I’ve been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors was black.

There are some things in painting which cannot be explained, and that something is essential.

They tell you that a tree is only a combination of chemical elements. I prefer to believe that God created it, and that it is inhabited by a nymph.

Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.

An artist must eat sparingly and give up a normal way of life.
–¬†All from Pierre Auguste Renoir, 1841 – 1919