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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.

-Pablo Picasso

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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.

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

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