Robert Douglas Genn (May 15, 1936 – May 27, 2014) was a well-known Canadian artist, who has gained recognition for his style, which is in the tradition of Canadian landscape painting.
Properly channeled, common feelings of inadequacy lead to powers of accomplishment.
Our human landscape is overburdened with competitions and contests. Art need not be a contest. Art is a personal quest for quality. Quality is the forerunner of acceptance. Character is the forerunner of quality. Be your own discriminating connoisseur.
We know the human mind is programmed to glaze over when bored. Conversely, the mind is more alert in the presence of novelty. Our muse needs to stay seductive to keep our hands doing the right things.
I'm a believer in moderation in all things, including moderation.
The guy may be totally motivated, connected and inspired, but if he doesn't know how to do it, he's not the guy to take out your appendix.
Sometimes. . . we suffer from the tyranny of comparison. Contests, competitions, thrive on it. Who cares?
We have been mysteriously gifted this amazing life. Let us not complain.
Our currency is what we are able to make.
I have always found it a testament to the importance of painting that the first thing many people do when their home is on fire is to grab their paintings and then run out.
Paintings, like tombstones, will last a good five hundred years, well into twenty or thirty generations.
We artists stick ourselves out. This in itself deserves respect.
Well considered abandonment is a trusted teacher.
We artists give daily thanks for the miracle of our planet and for the inclination and the capability to honour it.
More than any other colour, red is loaded for action.
There is a wonderful feeling when you walk into your own exhibition. You see the work as a true extension of yourself. Win or lose, your interests have led you to an accumulation of your personal expression, signed lower right, mounted to best advantage.
Style essentially appeared out of what I liked to do.
The artist needs to sit patiently at the feet of Nature in all Her moods and nuances and silently develop the skills to honour Her. There are no recipes for Autumn.
The job of art is to turn time into things.
Seems those with money who don't worry about money have big walls.
A curiosity prompt heightens the senses and hones compositional ability.