Wealth & Money Quote by Anthony Quinn

Quinn turns Gauguin into a parable about the moment a hobby stops being cute and starts being corrosive. The detail work matters: “He was a banker” lands twice, like a stamp on a life that’s orderly, respectable, and anesthetized. Then comes the small rebellion: painting “on Sundays,” the socially approved slot for harmless self-expression. It’s art as a weekend accessory, safely quarantined from the real job.

The kicker is psychological, not biographical: “one day he hated himself for painting on Sundays.” That hatred isn’t aimed at art; it’s aimed at the arrangement. Quinn is describing the shame of compartmentalization, the sick feeling that your most alive impulse has been reduced to a side project. Sunday becomes a symbol of permissioned freedom - creativity granted by the calendar rather than demanded by the self.

As an actor, Quinn is also quietly defending obsession. In the entertainment world, the line between vocation and indulgence is constantly policed: you’re “serious” when you suffer, “lucky” when you don’t. By framing Gauguin’s turning point as self-disgust, Quinn suggests that real artists aren’t defined by talent but by intolerance for half-measures. The subtext is a challenge, almost a dare: if the thing you love can be contained to weekends, maybe it’s not love. Or maybe you’re the one keeping your life small.