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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.

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Painting Isn't A Question

Pablo Picasso

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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.

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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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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Is There Anything More Dangerous Than Sympathetic Understanding?

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

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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.

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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.

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.

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.

Critics, Mathematicians, Scientists And Busybodies Want To Classify Everything, Marking The Boundaries And Limits... In Art, There Is Room For All Possibilities.

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The Hidden Harmony Is Better Than The Obvious.

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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.

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We Have Learned Nothing.

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I Don't Develop; I Am.

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.

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.

Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets From Society Because We Refuse To Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

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I Never Calculate. That Is Why Those Who Do, Calculate So Much Less Accurately Than I.

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

Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Don't We Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? Why Do We Love The Night, The Flowers, Everything Around Us, Without Trying To Understand Them? But In The Case Of A Painting, People Think They Have To Understand.

You Can't Run A Without Taking Risks.

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If I Spit, They Will Take My Spit And Frame It As Great Art.

Everything Exists In Limited Quantity - Especially Happiness.

I'm Not A Developer; I Am.

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.

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.

I Have Had No True Friends, Only Lovers.

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

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

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

The Important Thing Is To Create. Nothing Else Matters; Creation Is All.

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The More Technique There Is, The Less There Is

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.

I Am Exhausted If I Don't Work.

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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.

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.

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.

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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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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.

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

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous. I Have Contented These People With All The Many Bizarre Things That Come Into My Head. And The Less They Understand, The More They Admire It. 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.

Every Act Of Creation Is First An Act Of Destruction.

Sculpture Is The Best Comment That A Painter Can Make On Painting.

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.

Everybody Has The Same Energy Potential. The Average Person Wastes His In A Dozen Little Ways. I Bring Mine To Bear On One Thing Only: My Paintings, And Everything Else Is Sacrificed To It...myself Included.

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.

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.

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.

I Am Always Doing That Which I Cannot Do, In Order That I May Learn How To Do It.

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

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You Can't Escape Your Own Period. Whether You Take Sides For Or Against, You're Always In It.

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

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

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

The Purpose Of Art Is To Create Enthusiasm.

Often While Reading A Book One Feels That The Author Wouold Heave Preferred To Paint Rather Than To Wirte; One Can Sense The Pleasure He Derives From Describing A Landscape Or A Person, As If He Were Painting What He Is Saying, Because Deep In His Heart He Would Have Preferred To Use Brushes And Colors.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

If There Is Something To Steal, I Steal It.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

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.

Anything New, Anything Worth Doing, Can't Be Recognized.

Anything Worth Doing

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

Inspiration Exists, But You Have To Find It Working.

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

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.

The Chief Enemy Of Creativity Is 'good' Sense.

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.

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

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

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