A Quote by Robert Genn

Painters paint, and history continues to make fools of curators. — © Robert Genn
Painters paint, and history continues to make fools of curators.
There are, of course, always painters whom I admire and find fascinating. I've often thought, 'Goodness, if I could paint like the Danish Golden Age painters, the early 19th century painters, the way they could paint a landscape - absolutely beautiful.'
Painters paint outdoors, or in rooms full of people; they paint their lovers, alone, naked; they paint and eat; they paint and listen to the radio. It is a soothing way of doing your job.
I make movies just as painters paint: I work where I can.
Painters love paint itself: so much that they spend years trying to get paint to behave the way they want it to.
When critics or art historians or curators ask me why I still paint, the answer is that I am not naive.
Filmmakers are going to make films, just like painters are going to paint.
I take this art very seriously and passionately. I love what I do. You can't help but grow. That's not to say you don't make mistakes or make bad choices, but that's part of the art. Painters paint bad paintings.
The fact that in the last 10 years only five of the 40 Turner Prize nominees have been painters tells you more about curators than about the state of painting today.
Curators are great, but they're inherently biased. Curators are always making an editorial decision. Those biases have really big implications.
How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
Painters aren't expected to paint bleak pictures, are they?
You frantically want to make a mark on the history of humanity? You, King of the Fools! In the very distant future, there shall be no history; there shall remain not even a single trace of anything!
Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.
I paint German artists whom I admire. I paint their pictures, their work as painters, and their portraits too. But oddly enough, each of these portraits ends up as a picture of a woman with blonde hair. I myself have never been able to work out why this happens.
There are three kinds of fools in this world, fools proper, educated fools and rich fools. The world persists because of the folly of these fools.
How are we going to make painters by lecturing to them? We are going to make questioners, doubters, and talkers. We are going to make painters by painting ourselves, and by showing the paintings of others. By working frankly from our convictions, we are going to make them work frankly from theirs.
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