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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.

-Pablo Picasso

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Museums Are Just A

Pablo Picasso

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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.

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I Am A Communist And My Painting Is A Communist Painting. But If I Were A Shoemaker, Royalist Or Communist Or Anything Else, I Would Not Necessarily Hammer My Shoes In Any Special Way To Show My Politics.

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Art Is A Finger Up The Bourgeoisie Ass.

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

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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.

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

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Unless Your Work Gives You Trouble, It Is No Good.

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Those Trying To Explain Pictures Are As A Rule Completely Mistaken.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

Art Sweeps The Everyday Dust From Your Soul.

Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

Telling The Truth

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We All Know That Art Is Not Truth. Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth At Least The Truth That Is Given Us To Understand. The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

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

Every Now And Then One Paints A Picture That Seems To Have Opened A Door And Serves As A Stepping Stone To Other Things.

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

I Draw Like Other People Bite Their Nails.

It Took Me A Lifetime.

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

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

Something Sacred, That's It. We Ought To Be Able To Say That Such And Such A Painting Is As It Is, With Its Capacity For Power, Because It Is "touched By God."

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.

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

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

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

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.

Inspiration Exists, But You Have To Find It Working.

If Only We Could Pull Out Our Brain And Use Only Our Eyes.

Art Is A Leap Into The Dark.

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

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Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Not Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? Why Does One Love The Night, Flowers, Everything Around One, Without Trying To Understand Them? But In The Case Of A Painting People Have To Understand. If Only They Would Realize Above All That An Artist Works Of Necessity, That He Himself Is Only A Trifling Bit Of The World, And That No More Importance Should Be Attached To Him Than To Plenty Of Other Things Which Please Us In The World, Though We Can't Explain Them. People Who Try To Explain Pictures Are Usually Barking Up The Wrong Tree.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

To Draw You Must Close Your Eyes And Sing.

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

...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.

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

Paintings Are But Research And Experiment. I Never Do A Painting As A Work Of Art. All Of Them Are Researches. I Search Constantly And There Is A Logical Sequence In All This Research.

Basically The French Are All Peasants.

To Model An Object Is To Possess It.

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

When I Am Told I Am Too Old To Do Something, I Try To Do It Right Away.

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.

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

What I Capture In Spite Of Myself Interests Me More Than My Own Ideas.

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.

Now There Is Fame! Of All - Hunger, Misery, The Incomprehension By The Public - Fame Is By Far The Worst. It Is The Castigation Of God By The Artist. It Is Sad. It Is True.

Art Is Not Chaste. Those Ill Prepared Should Be Allowed No Contact With Art. Art Is Dangerous. If It Is Chaste, It Is Not Art.

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.

We Have Learned Nothing.

Even If The Painting Is Green, Well Then! The 'subject' Is The Green. There Is Always A Subject; It's A Joke To Suppress The Subject, It's Impossible.

Almost Every Evening, Either I Went To [georges] Braque's Studio Or Braque Came To Mine. Each Of Us Had To See What The Other Had Done During The Day. We Criticized Each Other's Work. A Canvas Wasn't Finished Unless Both Of Us Felt It Was.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Rhythm Is A Perception Of Time... When Drawing, The Tiredness Of The Hand Is A Rhythm.

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.

If You Know Exactly What You're Going To Do, What's The Good In Doing It?

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

The Chief Enemy Of Creativity Is 'good' Sense.

Let Them Understand Above All That The Artist Works From Necessity; That He, Too, Is A Minute Element Of The World To Whom One Should Ascribe No More Importance Than So Many Things In Nature Which Charm Us But Which We Do Not Explain To Ourselves.

For Me, There Are Two Kinds Of Women - Goddesses And Doormats.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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