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Neither Is There Figurative And Non-figurative Art. All Things Appear To Us In The Shape Of Forms. Even In Metaphysics Ideas Are Expressed By Forms. Well Then, Think How Absurd It Would Be To Think Of Painting Without The Imagery Of Forms. A Figure, An Object, A Circle, Are Forms; They Affect Us More Or Less Intensely.

To Be Young, Really Young, Takes A Very Long Time.

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

The Revolutionary Artist Does Not Only Focus On The Negative Aspects Of Capitalist Lives, But Also Creates Visions Of A Revolutionary Future.

In One Way Or Another, I Always Marked My Pictures. But There Were Times When I Put My Signature On The Back Of The Canvas. All My Works From The Cubist Period, Until About 1914, Have My Name And The Date On The Back Side Of The Stretcher. I Know Someone Spread The Story That In Céret, Braque And I Decided Not To Sign Our Pictures Anymore. But That's Just A Legend!

A Painter Paints To Unload Himself Of Feelings And Visions.

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

The Meaning Of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose Of Life Is To Give It Away.

...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.

I See For Others... In Order To Put On Canvas The Sudden Apparitions Which Come To Me.

If You Are Trying To Find Something, It Means You Haven't Got It. And If You Find It Simply By Looking For It, That Means It's False.

The Earth Doesn't Have A Housekeeper To Do The Dusting.

We Have Learned Nothing.

When German Soldiers Used To Come To My Studio And Look At My Pictures Of Guernica, They'd Ask 'did You Do This?'. And I'd Say, 'no, You Did.'

Two Of The Most Frustrated Trades Are Dentists And Photographers - Dentists Because They Want To Be Doctors, And Photographers Because They Want To Be Painters.

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

There's Nothing Worse Than A Brilliant Beginning.

If You Take My Sayings And Explode Them In The Air, They Remain Only Sayings. But If You Fit Them Together In Their Correct Places, You Will Have The Whole Story.

The Earth Doesn't Have A Housekeeper To Do The Dusting. And The Dust That Falls On It Every Day Remains There. Everything That's Come Down To Us From The Past Has Been Conserved By Dust.

Good Designers Copy; Great Designers Steal.

Love Must Be Proven By Facts And Not By Reasons.

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

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.

Man Doesn't Change. He Keeps His Habits. Instinctively, All Those People Found The Same Corner For Their Kitchen. To Build A City, Don't Men Choose The Same Sites? Under Cities You Always Find Other Cities; Other Churches Under Churches, And Other Houses Under Houses.

I Paint What I Think, Not What I See.

In Art, There Is Neither Past Nor Future. The Art That Is Not In The Present Will Never Be.

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

Art Is An Instrument In The War Against The Enemy.

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing? Can One Really Explain This? No. Just As One Can Never Learn How To Paint.

I Do Not Evolve, I Am.

Painting Isn't Made For The Decoration Of Apartments; It Is A Weapon To Be Used Offensively And Defensively Against The Enemy.

Photographers, Along With Dentists, Are The Two Professions Never Satisfied With What They Do. Every Dentist Would Like To Be A Doctor And Inside Every Photographer Is A Painter Trying To Get Out.

Can You Imagine Me Calling Myself "ruiz"? "pablo Ruiz"? "diego-josé Ruiz"? Or "juan-népomucène Ruiz"? I Was Given I Don't Know How Many Names.

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.

When You See What You Express Through Photography, You Realize All The Things That Can No Longer Be The Objectives Of Painting. Why Should An Artist Persist In Treating Subjects That Can Be Established So Clearly With The Lens Of A Camera?

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.

Art Is A Leap Into The Dark.

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.

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

For Being A Bad Student I Was Banished To The 'calaboose' - A Bare Cell With Whitewashed Walls And A Bench To Sit On. I Liked It There, Because I Took Along A Sketch Pad And Drew Incessantly I Could Have Stayed There Forever Drawing Without Stopping

Good Artists Copy, Great Artists Steal.

The Painter Goes Through States Of Fullness And Evaluation. That Is The Whole Secret Of Art.

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

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I Do Not Seek. I Find.

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

Art Is Not Truth; Art Is The Lie Which Makes Us See The Truth.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

Others Have Seen What Is And Asked Why. I Have Seen What Could Be And Asked Why Not.

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.

To Model An Object Is To Possess It.

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.

And Fame, For A Painter Means Sales, Gains, Fortune, Riches. And Today, As You Know, I Am Celebrated. I Am Rich.

By Amusing Myself With All These Games, All This Nonsense, All These Picture Puzzles, I Became Famous... I Am Only A Public Entertainer Who Has Understood His Time.

The Chief Enemy Of Creativity Is 'good' Sense.

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.

I Paint The Way Someone Bites His Fingernails; For Me, Painting Is A Bad Habit Because I Don't Know Nor Can I Do Anything Else.

You Can Go To The Moon Or Walk Under The Sea, Or Anything Else You Like, But Painting Remains Painting Because It Eludes Such Investigation. It Remains There Like A Question. And It Alone Gives The Answer.

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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.

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

I Put In My Pictures Everything I Like. So Much The Worse For The Things - They Have To Get Along With One Another.

The Fingerprints Of The God Who Amused Himself Fashioning Them - I Can See Them On Any Bone Whatsoever.

As Far As I Am Concerned, A Painting Speaks For Itself. What Is The Use Of Giving Explanations, When All Is Said And Done? A Painter Has Only One Language.

We Artists Are Indestructible; Even In A Prison, Or In A Concentration Camp, I Would Be Almighty In My Own World Of Art, Even If I Had To Paint My Pictures With My Wet Tongue On The Dusty Floor Of My Cell.

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Are We To Paint What's On The Face, What's Inside The Face, Or What's Behind It?

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You Don't Make Art, You Find It

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth.

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.

Computers Are Useless. They Can Only Give You Answers.

An Artist Must Be Very Careful Not To Look For Models. As Soon As One Artist Takes Another As Model, He Is Lost. There Is No Other Point Of Departure Than Reality.

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

You Mustn't Expect Me To Repeat Myself. My Past Doesn't Interest Me. I Would Rather Copy Others Than Copy Myself. In That Way I Should At Least Be Giving Them Something New. I Love Discovering Things.

Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

It Is A Well-known Fact That We See The Faults In Other's Works More Readily Than We Do In Our Own.

When I Paint A Woman In An Armchair, The Armchair Is There To Show Illness And Death-or As A Protection.

Illness And Death

Some Painters Transform The Sun Into A Yellow Spot, Others Transform A Yellow Spot Into The Sun.

People Don't Realize What They Have When They Own A Picture By Me. Each Picture Is A Phial With My Blood. That Is What Has Gone Into It.

I Don't Think I'm Wrong When I Say That The Most Beautiful Objects Of The "stone Age" Were Made Of Skin, Fabric, And Especially Wood. The "stone Age" Ought To Be Called The "wood Age." How Many African Statues Are Made Of Stone, Bone, Or Ivory? Maybe One In A Thousand! And Prehistoric Man Had No More Ivory At His Disposal Than African Tribes. Maybe Even Less. He Must Have Had Thousands Of Wooden Fetishes, All Gone Now.

They'll Sell You Thousands Of Greens. Veronese Green And Emerald Green And Cadmium Green And Any Sort Of Green You Like; But That Particular Green, Never.

Without Great Solitude No Serious Work Is Possible.

I Don't Own Any Of My Own Paintings Because A Picasso Original Costs Several Thousand Dollars And That's A Luxury I Cannot Afford.

I Want To Know One Thing, What Is Color?

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

There Are More Copies Than Originals Among People.

The Fact That For A Long Time Cubism Has Not Been Understood And That Even Today There Are People Who Cannot See Anything In It Means Nothing. I Do Not Read English, An English Book Is A Blank Book To Me. This Does Not Mean That The English Language Does Not Exist. Why Should I Blame Anyone But Myself If I Cannot Understand What I Know Nothing About?" -pablo Picasso.

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.

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

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

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.

It's A Poor Artist Who Borrows--a Good Artist Steals.

He Can Who Thinks He Can, And He Can't Who Thinks He Can't. This Is An Inexorable, Indisputable Law.

Positive Thinking

Every Child Is An Artist. The Problem Is How To Remain An Artist While Still Achieving Milestones And Outcomes As Required By Certain Funders And Policy-makers.

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

We Are All Born Children- The Trick Is Remaining One.

It's Insane How Many Roman Coins Are Being Found! It's As If All Romans Had Holes In Their Pockets. They Sowed Coins Wherever They Went. Even In The Fields. Maybe To Grow Money . . .

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.

When I Was A Kid I Drew Like Michelangelo. It Took Me Years To Learn To Draw Like A Kid.

The More Technique You Have, The Less You Have To Worry About It. The More Technique There Is, The Less There Is.

I Consider A Work Of Art As A Product Of Calculations, Calculations That Are Frequently Unknown To The Author Himself.

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.

If All The Ways I Have Been Along Were Marked On A Map And Joined Up With A Line, It Might Represent A Minotaur.

Paradise Is To Love Many Things With A Passion.

As An Artist, All I Need Is My Paints And Brushes - And Someone To Drag Me Away When The Canvas Is Done

Through Art We Express Our Conception Of What Nature Is Not.

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

There's Nothing More Difficult Than A Line.

It's Not What The Artist Does That Counts; It's What He Is.

In Art, Practice Always Comes Before Theory.

We Didn't Want To Sign The Painting Itself, That Would Have Interfered With The Composition. And Even Later, For That Reason Or For Another, I Sometimes Marked My Canvases On The Back. If You Don't See My Signature And The Date, Madam, It's Because The Frame Is Hiding It.

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

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.

When I Am Finished Painting, I Paint Again For Relaxation.

I Want To Create A Cat Like The Real Cats I See Crossing The Streets, Not Like Those You See In Houses. They Have Nothing In Common. The Cat Of The Streets Has Bristling Fur. It Runs Like A Fiend, And If It Looks At You, You Think It Is Going To Jump In Your Face.

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.

What Other Movement Determines The S Line? Its Aesthetic Efficacity Has Long Been Noted By Artists.

Motivation Is In The World Around Us. We Have An Infinite Amount Of Material At Our Disposal, In The Lives Of Those We Meet, In What We See And Feel, In What We Discuss And From The Passion Of Every Woman.

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.

They Ought To Put Out The Eyes Of Painters As They Do Goldfinches In Order That They Can Sing Better.

My Friends Back In Barcelona Called Me By That Name (picasso). It Was Stranger, More Resonant, Than "ruiz." And Those Are Probably The Reasons I Adopted It. Do You Know What Appealed To Me About That Name? Well, It Was Undoubtedly The Double S, Which Is Fairly Unusual In Spain.

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.

What Do You Think An Artist Is? ...he Is A Political Being, Constantly Aware Of The Heart Breaking, Passionate, Or Delightful Things That Happen In The World, Shaping Himself Completely In Their Image. Painting Is Not Done To Decorate Apartments. It Is An Instrument Of War.

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.

If I Paint A Hammer And Sickle People May Think It Is A Representation Of Communism, But For Me It Is Only A Hammer And Sickle. I Just Want To Reproduce The Objects For What They Are, Not For What They Mean.

The Urge To Destroy Is Also A Creative Urge.

In Art Intentions Are Not Sufficient And, As We Say In Spanish, Love Must Be Proved By Deeds And Not By Reasons. What One Does Is What Counts And Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.

It Took Me Four Years To Paint Like Raphael, But A Lifetime To Paint Like A Child.

A Painting Is Not Thought Out In Advance. While It Is Being Done, It Changes As One’s Thoughts Change. And When It’s Finished, It Goes On Changing, According To The State Of Mind Of Whoever Is Looking At It

If You're Stuck In A Painting, Then Stop And Draw Something Else. Draw A Flower And Put Your Love Into That Flower. Then Your Powers Will Come Back Again.

There Are Painters Who Transform The Sun To A Yellow Spot, But There Are Others Who With The Help Of Their Art And Their Intelligence, Transform A Yellow Spot Into Sun

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

Imitators? All Right! Disciples If You Like. But Disciples Be Damned. It's Not Interesting.

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

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

One Must Act In Painting As In Life, Directly.

I Want To Get To The Stage Where Nobody Can Tell How A Picture Of Mine Is Done. What's The Point Of That? Simply That I Want Nothing But Emotion Given Off By It.

Each Time I Undertake To Paint A Picture I Have A Sensation Of Leaping Into Space. I Never Know Whether I Shall Fall On My Feet. It Is Only Later That I Begin To Estimate More Exactly The The Effect Of My Work.

No Doubt, It Is Useful For An Artist To Know All The Forms Of Art Which Have Preceded Or Which Accompany His. That Is A Sign Of Strength If It Is A Question Of Looking For A Stimulus Or Recognizing Mistakes He Must Avoid.

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

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

...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.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Create Enthusiasm.

The Path To Youth Takes A Lifetime.

Go And Do The Things You Can't. That Is How You Get To Do Them.

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

Action Is The Foundation Of All Success.

"picasso" Is Of Italian Origin, As You Know. And The Name A Person Bears Or Adopts Has Its Importance.

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.

How Often Have I Found That Wanting To Use Blue, I Didn't Have It So I Used A Red Instead Of The Blue.

If You Give A Meaning To Certain Things In My Paintings It May Be Very True, But It Is Not My Idea To Give This Meaning. What Ideas And Conclusions You Have Got I Obtained Too, But Instinctively, Unconsciously. I Make The Painting For The Painting. I Paint The Objects For What They Are.

To Find Is The Thing.

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.

Music And Art Are The Guiding Lights Of The World.

How Could Michelangelo Have Seen His David In A Block Of Marble? Man Began To Make Images Only Because He Discovered Them Nearly Formed Around Him, Already Within Reach. He Saw Them In A Bone, In The Bumps Of A Cave, In A Piece Of Wood. One Form Suggested A Woman To Him, Another A Buffalo, Still Another The Head Of A Monster.

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.

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

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing?

Basically The French Are All Peasants.

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.

Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.

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

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.

An Idea Is A Point Of Departure And No More. As Soon As You Elaborate It, It Becomes Transformed By Thought.

I Am Exhausted If I Don't Work.

I Am Only A Public Entertainer Who Understands His Time.

People Are Always Asking Me To Sign My Old Canvases. It's Ridiculous!

I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

I'm Not A Developer; I Am.

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.

Art Is The Elimination Of The Unnecessary.

It Takes A Long Time To Become Young.

Success Is Dangerous. One Begins To Copy Oneself, And To Copy Oneself Is More Dangerous Than To Copy Others. It Leads To Sterility.

The Essential In This Time Of Moral Poverty Is To Create Enthusiasm.

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

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.

For Me Painting Is A Dramatic Action In The Course Of Which Reality Finds Itself Split Apart

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

From The Point Of View Of Art, There Are No Concrete Or Abstract Forms, But Only Forms Which Are More Or Less Convincing Lies.

It Isn't Up To The Painter To Define The Symbols. Otherwise It Would Be Better If He Wrote Them Out In So Many Words! The Public Who Look At The Picture Must Interpret The Symbols As They Understand Them.

You're Either A Goddess ... Or A Doormat.

What I Find Horrible Nowadays Is That People Are Always Trying To Find A Personality For Themselves. Nobody Bothers About What You Might Call A Painter's Ideal... The Kind That's Always Existed... No. They Couldn't Care Less About That.

When One Starts From A Portrait And Seeks By Successive Eliminations To Find Pure Form... One Inevitably Ends Up With An Egg.

All Art Is Subversive.

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

I Don't Seek, I Find.

Sculpture Is The Art Of The Intelligence.

Manifesting Takes Place From Spirit. It Doesn't Take Place From Form, From The Physical World. You've Got To Know That What You Want To Manifest Will Occur.

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

What I Want Is That My Picture Should Evoke Nothing But Emotion.

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

Youth Has No Age.

This Idea Of Art For Art's Sake Is A Hoax.

An Artist Must Forget Painting When He Paints. That's The Only Way He Will Do Original Work.

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

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.

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.

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.

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