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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.

-Pablo Picasso

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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.

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Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth.

If You Can Imagine It...it Is Real

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Class Distinction

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Action Is The Fundamental Key To Success.

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

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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.

You Can't Run A Without Taking Risks.

Computers Are Useless. They Can Only Give You Answers.

If It's Good, It's Mine. If It's Bad, It's A Fake.

The Hidden Harmony Is Better Than The Obvious.

It Is Not What An Artist Does That Counts...but What He Is.

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

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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.

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!

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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.

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

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

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When You Make A Thing, A Thing That Is New, It Is So Complicated Making It That It Is Bound To Be Ugly. But Those That Make It After You, They Don't Have To Worry About Making It. And They Can Make It Pretty, And So Everybody Can Like It When Others Make It After You

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

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