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Formerly Pictures Used To Move Towards Completion In Progressive Stages. Each Day Would Bring Something New. A Picture Was A Sum Of Additions. With Me, Picture Is A Sum Of Destructions. I Do A Picture, Then I Destroy It. But In The Long Run Nothing Is Lost; The Red That I Took Away From One Place Turns Up Somewhere Else.

-Pablo Picasso

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Formerly Pictures Used To Move Towards Completion In Progressive Stages. Each Day Would Bring Something New. A Picture Was A Sum Of Additions. With Me, Picture Is A Sum Of Destructions. I Do A Picture, Then I Destroy It. But In The Long Run Nothing Is Lost; The Red That I Took Away From One Place Turns Up Somewhere Else.

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Drink To Me. Drink To My Health. You Know I Can't Drink Any More.

I Paint The Way Some People Write An Autobiography. The Paintings, Finished Or Not, Are The Pages From My Diary.

You Have To Have An Idea Of What You Are Going To Do, But It Should Be A Vague Idea.

A Picture Is Not Thought Out And Settled Beforehand. While It Is Being Done It Changes As One's Thoughts Change.

My Whole Life Has Been Nothing More Than A Continuous Struggle Against Reaction And The Death Of Art.

Every Child Is An Artist. The Problem Is How To Remain An Artist Once We Grow Up.

If You Have Five Elements Available Use Only Four. If You Have Four Elements Use Three.

It's Always Necessary To Seek For Perfection. Obviously, For Us, This Word No Longer Has The Same Meaning. To Me, It Means: From One Canvas To The Next, Always Go Further, Further.

You Cannot Go Against Nature. She Is Stronger Than The Strongest Of Men. We Can Permit Ourselves Some Liberties, But In Details Only.

What Is Conserved In The Ground? Stone, Bronze, Ivory, Bone, Sometimes Pottery. Never Wood Objects, No Fabric Or Skins. That Completely Skews Our Notions About Primitive Man.

God Is Really Only Another Artist. He Invented The Giraffe, The Elephant And The Cat. He Has No Real Style, He Just Goes On Trying Other Things.

I Don't Know In Advance What I Am Going To Put On Canvas Any More Than I Decide Beforehand What Colours I Am Going To Use.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

The Artist Spends The First Part Of His Life With The Dead, The Second With The Living, And The Third With Himself.

A Good Picture, Any Picture, Has To Be Bristling With Razor Blades.

I've Reached The Moment Where The Movement Of My Thought Interests Me More Than The Thought Itself.

While I Am Working I Am Not Conscious Of What I Am Putting On The Canvas.

I Always Forbade Everyone To Clean My Studios, Dust Them, Not Only For Fear They Would Disturb My Things, But Especially Because I Always Counted On The Protection Of Dust. It's My Ally. I Always Let It Settle Where It Likes. It's Like A Layer Of Protection.

The Only Thing That's Important Is The Legend Created By The Picture, And Not Whether It Continues To Exist Itself.

The Urge To Destroy Is Also A Creative Urge.

I Begin With An Idea And Then It Becomes Something Else.

What Does It Mean For A Painter To Paint In The Manner Of So-and-so Or To Actually Imitate Someone Else? What's Wrong With That? On The Contrary, It's A Good Idea. You Should Constantly Try To Paint Like Someone Else. But The Thing Is, You Can't! You Would Like To. You Try. But It Turns Out To Be A Botch... And It's At The Very Moment You Make A Botch Of It That You're Yourself.

Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.

There's No Such Thing As A Bad Picasso, But Some Are Less Good Than Others.

If You Can Imagine It...it Is Real

I Understand My Own Pictures Best Six Months After I Have Done Them.

People Want Art. And They Are Given It. But The Less Art There Is In Painting The More Painting There Is.

Is There Anything More Dangerous Than Sympathetic Understanding?

Style Is Often Something Which Locks The Painter Into The Same Vision, The Same Technique, The Same Formula During Years And Years, Sometimes During One's Whole Lifetime.

Whether He Wants It Or Not, Man Is The Instrument Of Nature; She Imposes On Him Character And Appearance.

When You're Really Young, You're Young For Life.

I Don't Work From Nature, I Work Like Nature.

One Does A Whole Painting For One Peach And People Think Just The Opposite - That Particular Peach Is But A Detail.

Art Is A Finger Up The Bourgeoisie Ass.

The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

The Academic Teaching On Beauty Is False. We Have Been Misled, But So Completely Misled That We Can No Longer Find So Much As A Shadow Of A Truth Again. The Beauties Of The Parthenon, The Venuses, The Nymphs, The Narcisusses, Are So May Lies. Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty, But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Independently Of That Canon.

We Must Not Discriminate Between Things. Where Things Are Concerned There Are No Class Distinctions. We Must Pick Out What Is Good For Us Where We Can Find It.

Museums Are Just A Lot Of Lies, And The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters. We Have Infected The Pictures In Museums With All Our Stupidities, All Our Mistakes, All Our Poverty Of Spirit. We Have Turned Them Into Petty And Ridiculous Things.

If I Don't Have Red, I Use Blue.

Painting Isn't A Question Of Sensibility; It's A Matter Of Seizing The Power, Taking Over From Nature, Not Expecting Her To Supply You With Information And Good Advice.

When I Paint I Feel That All The Artists Of The Past Are Behind Me.

Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.

Colors, Like Features, Follow The Changes Of The Emotions.

I Am Always Making That What I Am Not Capable, In An Attempt To Learn How To Doing It.

To Know What You're Going To Draw, You Have To Begin Drawing.

No, Painting Is Not Interior Decoration. It Is An Instrument Of War For Attack And Defense Against The Enemy.

When Art Critics Get Together They Talk About Form And Structure And Meaning. When Artists Get Together They Talk About Where You Can Buy Cheap Turpentine.

In Art, Practice Always Comes Before Theory.

Learn The Rules Like A Pro, So You Can Break Them Like An Artist.

...why Did Plato Say That Poets Should Be Chased Out Of The Republic? Precisely Because Every Poet And Every Artist Is An Antisocial Being. He's Not That Way Because He Wants To Be; He Can't Be Any Other Way.... And If He Really Is An Artist It Is In His Nature Not To Want To Be Admitted, Because If He Is Admitted It Can Only Mean He Is Doing Something Which Is Understood, Approved, And Therefore Old Hat - Worthless. Anything New, Anything Worth Doing, Can't Be Recognized.

Painting Is A Blind Man's Profession. He Paints Not What He Sees, But What He Feels, What He Tells Himself About What He Has Seen.

For A Long Time I Limited Myself To One Colour - As A Form Of Discipline.

Painting Is A Jeu D'esprit.

If Everyone Would Paint, Political Re-education Would Be Unnecessary.

The Goal I Proposed Myself In Making Cubism? To Paint And Nothing More... With A Method Linked Only To My Thought... Neither The Good Nor The True; Neither The Useful Nor The Useless.

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

Those Who Attempts To Explain A Picture Are On The Wrong Track Most Of The Time.

We Can See The Light But We Are Still Inside The Tunnel, ... We Have Not Been Able To Get To All The Communities.

Disciples Be Damned. It's Not Interesting. It's Only The Masters That Matter. Those Who Create.

What One Does Is What Counts. Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.

Art Is Never Chaste. It Ought To Be Forbidden To Ignorant Innocents, Never Allowed Into Contact With Those Not Sufficiently Prepared. Yes, Art Is Dangerous. Where It Is Chaste, It Is Not Art.

Because I Cannot Work Except In Solitude, It Is Necessary That I Live My Work And That Is Impossible Except In Solitude.

I Have A Real Passion For Bones. I Have Many Others In Boisgeloup: Skeletons Of Birds, Dog's And Sheep's Heads. I Even Have A Rhinoceros Skull.

It Is Your Work In Life That Is The Ultimate Seduction.

You Know, It's Just Like Being A Peddler. You Want Two Breasts? Well, Here You Are -- Two Breasts. We Must See To It That The Man Looking At The Picture Has At Hand Everything He Needs To Paint A Nude. If You Really Give Him Everything He Needs -- And The Best -- He'll Put Everything Where It Belongs, With His Own Eyes. Each Person Will Make For Himself The Kind Of Nude He Wants, With The Nude That I Will Have Made For Him.

When I Work I Relax; Doing Nothing Or Entertaining Visitors Makes Me Tired.

To Blossom Forth, A Work Of Art Must Ignore Or Rather Forget All The Rules.

All Art Is Subversive.

The Artist Is A Receptacle For Emotions That Come From All Over The Place: From The Sky, From The Earth, From A Scrap Of Paper, From A Passing Shape, From A Spider's Web.

I Have Had No True Friends, Only Lovers.

I Don't Believe In Accidents. There Are Only Encounters In History. There Are No Accidents.

Forcing Yourself To Use Restricted Means Is The Sort Of Restraint That Liberates Invention. It Obliges You To Make A Kind Of Progress That You Can't Even Imagine In Advance.

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth.

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If I Like It, I Say It's Mine. If I Don't I Say It's A Fake.

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To Finish A Work? To Finish A Picture? What Nonsense! To Finish It Means To Be Through With It, To Kill It, To Rid It Of Its Soul, To Give It Its Final Blow The Coup De Grace For The Painter As Well As For The Picture.

I Have Discovered Photography. Now I Can Kill Myself. I Have Nothing Else To Learn.

Without Great Solitude No Serious Work Is Possible.

I Paint Objects As I Think Them, Not As I See Them.

To Me There Is No Past Or Future In Art. If A Work Of Art Does Not Live In The Present, It Must Not Be Considered At All.

There's Nothing More Difficult Than A Line.

Why Assume That To Look Is To See?

Our Goals Can Only Be Reached Through A Vehicle Of A Plan, In Which We Must Fervently Believe, And Upon Which We Must Vigorously Act. There Is No Other Route To Success.

But When I Am Alone, I Do Not Have The Effrontery To Consider Myself An Artist At All, Not In The Grand Old Meaning Of The Word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya Were Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown-a Mountebank. I Have Understood My Time And Have Exploited The Imbecility, The Vanity, The Greed Of My Contemporaries. It Is A Bitter Confession, This Confession Of Mine, More Painful Than It May Seem. But At Least And At Last It Does Have The Merit Of Being Honest.

Why Do You Try To Understand Art? Do You Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird?

A Picture Lives By Its Legend - Not By Anything Else.

Nothing Can Be Done Without Solitude. I've Created My Own Solitude Which Nobody Suspects

When You Start With A Portrait And Try To Find Pure Form By Abstracting More And More, You Must End Up With An Egg.

Variation Does Not Mean Evolution. If An Artist Varies His Mode Of Expression This Only Means That He Has Changed His Manner Of Thinking, And In Changing, It Might Be For The Better Or It Might Be For The Worse.

If One Knows Exactly What Is Going To Be Done, Why Do It?

To Know What You’re Going To Draw, You Have To Begin Drawing... When I Find Myself Facing A Blank Page, That’s Always Going Through My Head. What I Capture In Spite Of Myself Interests Me More Than My Own Ideas.

Art Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

[in Developing Your Potential] ... I Don't Develop; I Am

All Children Are Artists

Races And Religions May Have Changed, But The Marketplace, The Living Quarters, Pilgrimage Sites, Places Of Worship, Have Remained The Same. Venus Is Replaced By The Virgin, But The Same Life Goes On.

Have You Noticed That Bones Are Always Modeled And Not Carved, That You Always Have The Impression They Come From A Mold, That They Were First Modeled In Clay? Any Bone You Look At, You Always Find Fingerprints On It.

It Would Be Very Curious To Record By Means Of Photographs, Not The Stage Of The Picture, But Its Metamorphoses. Perhaps One Would Perceive The Path Taken By The Mind In Order To Put Its Dreams Into A Concrete Form. But What Is Really Very Curious Is To Observe That Fundamentally The Picture Does Not Change, That Despite Appearances The Initial Vision Remains Almost Intact.

If I Were To Sign It Now, I'd Be Committing Forgery. I'd Be Putting My 1943 Signature On A Canvas Painted In 1922.

...art Is Something Subversive. It's Something That Should Not Be Free. Art And Liberty, Like The Fire Of Prometheus, Are Things That One Must Steal, To Be Used Against The Established Order.

Cubism Is Not A Reality You Can Take In Your Hand. It's More Like A Perfume, In Front Of You, Behind You, To The Sides, The Scent Is Everywhere But You Don’t Quite Know Where It Comes From.

When You Begin A Picture You Often Make Some Pretty Discoveries. You Must Be On Guard Against These. Destroy The Thing, Do It Over Several Times. In Each Destroying Of A Beautiful Discovery, The Artist Does Not Really Suppress It, But Rather Condenses It, Makes It More Substantial. What Comes Out In The End Is The Result Of Discarded Finds. Otherwise You Become Your Own Connoisseur.

What I Achieve The First Day Can Be Perfectly Valid, But It Is Not Satisfying. If I Can Go That Far Spontaneously, Then I Must Shed That Result As An Old Skin And Inquire Further Into The Unknown, Or At Least The Not-yet-known-to-myself.

They Are Not Men, They Are Not Women, They Are Americans.

The Different Styles I Have Been Using In My Art Must Not Be Seen As An Evolution, Or As Steps Towards An Unknown Ideal Of Painting. Everything I Have Ever Made Was Made For The Present And With The Hope That It Would Always Remain In The Present.

We Must Pick Out What Is Good For Us Where We Can Find It.

Class Distinction

I Don't Say Everything, But I Paint Everything.

Why Should I Copy This Owl, This Sea Urchin? Why Should I Try To Imitate Nature? I Might Just As Well Try To Trace A Perfect Circle.

I'm Not A Developer; I Am.

To Copy Others Is Necessary, But To Copy Oneself Is Pathetic.

I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

Don't Waste Your Youth Growing Up.

When You Start With A Portrait And Search For A Pure Form, A Clear Volume, Through Successive Eliminations, You Arrive Inevitably At The Egg. Likewise, Starting With The Egg And Following The Same Process In Reverse, One Finishes With The Portrait.

I Deal With Painting As I Deal With Things, I Paint A Window Just As I Look Out Of A Window. If An Open Window Looks Wrong In A Picture, I Draw The Curtain And Shut It, Just As I Would In My Own Room. In Painting, As In Life, You Must Act Directly.

It Means Nothing To Me. I Have No Opinion About It, And I Don't Care.

In Every Photographer There Was A Painter, A True Artist, Awaiting Expression.

Academic Training In Beauty Is A Sham. We Have Been So Deceived, But So Well Deceived That We Can Scarcely Get Back Even A Shadow Of The Truth.

To Find Is The Thing.

Art Is A Leap Into The Dark.

Art Is An Instrument In The War Against The Enemy.

I Like All Paintings. I Always Look At The Paintings, Good Or Bad, In Barbershops, Furniture Stores, Provincial Hotels. I'm Like A Drinker Who Needs Wine. As Long As It Is Wine, It Doesn't Matter Which Wine.

I Have Never Had Time For The Idea Of Searching. Whenever I Wanted To Express Something, I Did So Without Thinking Of The Past Or The Future.

There Are Only Two Types Of Women - Goddesses And Doormats.

You Can't Run A Without Taking Risks.

When We Did Cubist Paintings, Our Intention Was Not To Produce Cubist Paintings But To Express What Was Within Us. No One Laid Down A Course Of Action For Us, And Our Friends The Poets Followed Our Endeavour Attentively But They Never Dictated It To Us.

Titian, Rembrandt And Goya Were The Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown.

Love Must Be Proven By Facts And Not By Reasons.

Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

Telling The Truth

I Try To Paint What I Have Found And Not What I Look For. In Art, Intentions Are Of Little Importance.

I Do Not Seek. I Find.

When There's Dust Missing Here Or There, It's Because Someone Has Touched My Things. I See Immediately Someone Has Been There. And It's Because I Live Constantly With Dust, In Dust, That I Prefer To Wear Gray Suits, The Only Color On Which It Leaves No Trace.

A Painter Is A Man Who Paints What He Sells; An Artist, On The Other Hand, Is A Man Who Sells What He Paints.

If Everybody Is Looking For It, Then Nobody Is Finding It. If We Were Cultured, We Would Not Be Conscious Of Lacking Culture. We Would Regard It As Something Natural And Would Not Make So Much Fuss About It. And If We Knew The Real Value Of This Word We Would Be Cultured Enough Not To Give It So Much Importance.

Age Only Matters When One Is Aging. Now That I Have Arrived At A Great Age, I Might As Well Be Twenty.

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

The Connoisseur Of Painting Gives Only Bad Advice To The Painter. For That Reason I Have Given Up Trying To Judge Myself.

The First Half Of Life Is Learning To Be An Adult-the Second Half Is Learning To Be A Child.

I'd Like To Live Like A Poor Man With A Lot Of Money.

I Must Keep On Trying, Just To Keep The Experiment Going Until I Get Tired Of It All. Even If The Last Result Is Not Necessarily The Best, I Stop When My Interest In The Problem Wanes.

Style Is Besides The Point. Nobody Would Pay Attention If One Always Said The Same Thing, In The Same Words And The Same Tone Of Voice.

All Children Paint Like Geniuses. What Do We Do To Them That So Quickly Dulls This Ability?

Good Designers Copy; Great Designers Steal.

There Ought To Be An Absolute Dictatorship... A Dictatorship Of Painters... A Dictatorship Of One Painter... To Suppress All Those Who Have Betrayed Us.

We Now Know That Art Is Not The Truth... But Rather A Way Of Approaching The Truth.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Create Enthusiasm.

Computers Are Useless. They Can Only Give You Answers.

Youth Has No Age.

If I Paint A Wild Horse, You Might Not See The Horse... But Surely You Will See The Wildness!

If I Knew What The Meaning Of Art Was, I Wouldn't Tell You.

It Is Important To Remember That Great Things Have No Fear Of Time. We've Got To Let Go Of The Idea That What We Want To Manifest Has To Be Done On Our Time Schedule.

Painting Isn't An Aesthetic Operation; It's A Form Of Magic Designed As Mediator Between This Strange Hostile World And Us.

It Seems Strange To Me That Someone Thought Of Making Marble Statues.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

I Go For A Walk In The Forest Of Fontainebleau. I Get 'green' Indigestion. I Must Get Rid Of This Sensation Into A Picture. Green Rules It. A Painter Paints To Unload Himself Of Feelings And Visions.

It Is The Object Which Aroused The Artist, Stimulated His Ideas And Set Of His Emotions. These Ideas And Emotions Will Be Imprisoned In His Work For Good.

We Have A Lot Of Reasons But Only One Real One.

I Draw Like Other People Bite Their Nails.

Action Is The Foundational Key To All Success.

Painting Is Just Another Way Of Keeping A Diary.

Whatever The Source Of Emotion That Drives Me To Create, I Want To Give It A Form Which Has Some Connection With The Visible World, Even If It Is Only To Wage War On That World....i Want My Paintings To Be Able To Defend Themselves To Resist The Invader, Just As Though There Were Razor Blades On All Surfaces So No One Could Touch Them Without Cutting His Hands.

Photography Has Arrived At The Point Where It Is Capable Of Liberating Painting From All Literature, From The Anecdote, And Even From The Subject. In Any Case, A Certain Aspect Of The Subject Now Belongs To The Domain Of Photography. So Shouldn't Painters Profit From Their Newly Acquired Liberty, And Make Use Of It To Do Other Things?

When It Comes Right Down To It, All You Have Is Your Self. Your Self Is A Sun With A Thousand Rays.

I Would Like To Manage To Prevent People From Ever Seeing How A Picture Of Mine Has Been Done. What Can It Possibly Matter? What I Want Is That The Only Thing Emanating From My Pictures Should Be Emotion.

One Must Act In Painting As In Life, Directly.

The Parthenon Is Really Only A Farmyard Over Which Someone Put A Roof; Colonades And Sculptures Were Added Because There Were People In Athens Who Happened To Be Working And Wanted To Express Themselves.

What Might Be Taken For A Precocious Genius Is The Genius Of Childhood. When The Child Grows Up, It Disappears Without A Trace. It May Happen That This Boy Will Become A Real Painter Some Day, Or Even A Great Painter. But Then He Will Have To Begin Everything Again, From Zero.

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realise Truth ... That Is Given Us To Understand.

There Are Chemists Who Spend Their Whole Lives Trying To Find Out What's In A Lump Of Sugar. I Want To Know One Thing. What Is Color?

Art Isn't Done To Decorate Apartments, But To Wage War Against The Enemy.

When The Individuality Of The Artist Begins To Express Itself, What The Artist Gains In The Way Of Liberty He Loses In The Way Of Order.

There Are More Copies Than Originals Among People.

Inspiration Exists, But You Have To Find It Working.

It Takes A Long Time To Become Young.

The Older You Get The Stronger The Wind Gets - And It's Always In Your Face.

Different Themes Inevitably Require Different Methods Of Expression. This Does Not Imply Either Evolution Or Progress; It Is A Matter Of Following The Idea One Wants To Express And The Way In Which One Wants To Express It.

Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Not Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? ...people Who Try To Explain Pictures Are Usually Barking Up The Wrong Tree.

When You Are Young And Without Success, You Have Only A Few Friends. Then, Later On, When You Are Rich And Famous, You Still Have A Few... If You Are Lucky.

Every Act Of Creation Is First An Act Of Destruction.

Painting Is Stronger Than Me, It Makes Me Do It's Bidding.

Nature Does Many Things The Way I Do, But She Hides Them!

Enough Of Art. It's Art That Kills Us. People No Longer Want To Do Painting: They Make Art.

To Me There Is No Past Or Future In My Art. If A Work Of Art Cannot Live Always In The Present It Must Not Be Considered At All. The Art Of The Greeks, Of The Egyptians, Of The Great Painters Who Lived In Other Times, Is Not An Art Of The Past; Perhaps It Is More Alive Today Than It Ever Was.

If I Could Say This I Wouldn't Have To Paint.

If There Were Only One Truth, You Couldn't Paint A Hundred Canvases On The Same Theme.

Computers Are Useless - All They Can Give You Are Answers.

When I Die, It Will Be A Shipwreck, And As When A Huge Ship Sinks, Many People All Around Will Be Sucked Down With It.

Inspiration Exists, But It Has To Find Us Working.

The World Today Doesn't Make Sense, So Why Should I Paint Pictures That Do?

If You Are A Genius And Unsuccessful, Everybody Treats You As If You Were A Genius, But When You Come To Be Successful, When You Commence To Earn Money, When You Are Really Successful, Then Your Family And Everybody No Longer Treats You Like A Genius, They Treat You Like A Man Who Has Become Successful.

Ah, Good Taste! What A Dreadful Thing! Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativeness.

A Plagiarist Steals From One Person. A True Artist Steals From Everybody.

Beauty? To Me It Is A Word Without Sense Because I Do Not Know Where Its Meaning Comes From Nor Where It Leads To.

Beautiful Women

All Human Beings Are Born With The Same Creative Potential. Most People Squander Theirs Away On A Million Superfluous Things. I Expend Mine On One Thing And One Thing Only: My Art.

Art Is The Elimination Of The Unnecessary.

I'm A Joker Who Has Understood His Epoch And Has Extracted All He Possibly Could From The Stupidity, Greed And Vanity Of His Contemporaries.

I Who Have Been Involved With All Styles Of Painting Can Assure You That The Only Things That Fluctuate Are The Waves Of Fashion Which Carry The Snobs And Speculators; The Number Of True Connoisseurs Remains More Or Less The Same.

Action Is The Fundamental Key To Success.

The Trouble Is, We've Been Taught What To See And How To Render What We See. If Only We Could Be In The Position Of Those Men Who Did Those Wonderful Drawings In Lascaux And Altimira!

In Life You Throw A Ball. You Hope It Will Reach A Wall And Bounce Back So You Can Throw It Again. You Hope Your Friends Will Provide That Wall.

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