Chagall, c.1920 (by Pierre Choumoff)
6 July 1887 (N.S.)
Liozna, near Vitebsk, Russian Empire (present-day Belarus)
|Died||28 March 1985
|Nationality||Russian, later French|
|Notable work||See List of artworks by Marc Chagall|
|Spouse(s)||Bella Rosenfeld (1915â€“1944, the year of her death) Valentina (Vava) Brodsky (1905 – 1993)|
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
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.
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.
When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it – a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand – as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.
The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.