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The Academic Teaching On Beauty Is False. We Have Been Misled, But So Completely Misled That We Can No Longer Find So Much As A Shadow Of A Truth Again. The Beauties Of The Parthenon, The Venuses, The Nymphs, The Narcisusses, Are So May Lies. Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty, But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Independently Of That Canon.

-Pablo Picasso

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The Academic Teaching On

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The Academic Teaching On Beauty Is False. We Have Been Misled, But So Completely Misled That We Can No Longer Find So Much As A Shadow Of A Truth Again. The Beauties Of The Parthenon, The Venuses, The Nymphs, The Narcisusses, Are So May Lies. Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty, But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Independently Of That Canon.

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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.

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Photography Has Arrived At The Point Where It Is Capable Of Liberating Painting From All Literature, From The Anecdote, And Even From The Subject. In Any Case, A Certain Aspect Of The Subject Now Belongs To The Domain Of Photography. So Shouldn't Painters Profit From Their Newly Acquired Liberty, And Make Use Of It To Do Other Things?

I Am Exhausted If I Don't Work.

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.

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

Braque Always Said That The Only Thing That Counts, In Painting, Is The Intention, And It's True. What Counts Is What One Wants To Do, And Not What One Does. That's What's Important.

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When You Start With A Portrait And Search For A Pure Form, A Clear Volume, Through Successive Eliminations, You Arrive Inevitably At The Egg. Likewise, Starting With The Egg And Following The Same Process In Reverse, One Finishes With The Portrait.

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

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

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Inspiration Exists, But You Have To Find It Working.

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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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!

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

In Life You Throw A Ball. You Hope It Will Reach A Wall And Bounce Back So You Can Throw It Again. You Hope Your Friends Will Provide That Wall.

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

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

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.

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Good Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativity.

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.

Inspiration Exists, But It Has To Find Us Working.

We Might Adapt For The Artist The Joke About There Being Nothing More Dangerous Than Instruments Of War In The Hands Of Generals. In The Same Way, There Is Nothing More Dangerous Than Justice In The Hands Of Judges, And A Paint Brush In The Hands Of A Painter! Just Think Of The Danger To Society! But Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets Because We No Longer Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

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

They Are Not Men, They Are Not Women, They Are Americans.

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I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

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.

All Things Considered, There Is Only Matisse.

There Is No Abstract Art. You Must Always Start With Something. Afterward You Can Remove All Traces Of Reality.

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

Nature Does Many Things The Way I Do, But She Hides Them!

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.

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.

The World Today Doesn't Make Sense, So Why Should I Paint Pictures That Do?

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

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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.

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I Must Keep On Trying, Just To Keep The Experiment Going Until I Get Tired Of It All. Even If The Last Result Is Not Necessarily The Best, I Stop When My Interest In The Problem Wanes.

The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters.

I Do Not Evolve, I Am.

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.

I Have Always Believed And Still Believe That Artists Who Live And Work With Spiritual Values Cannot And Should Not Remain Indifferent To The Conflict In Which The Highest Values Of Humanity And Civilization Are At Stake.

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.

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

One Cannot Be A Sorcerer All The Time. How Could One Live?

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All Art Is Subversive.

A Picture Lives By Its Legend - Not By Anything Else.

There Are Chemists Who Spend Their Whole Lives Trying To Find Out What's In A Lump Of Sugar. I Want To Know One Thing. What Is Color?

Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Beyond Any Canon. When We Love A Woman We Don't Start Measuring Her Limbs.

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For My Part, I Can't Do Anything Else But What I Am Doing.

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.

When I Paint I Feel That All The Artists Of The Past Are Behind Me.

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

I Hate It When People Pilfer My Things.

The Path To Youth Takes A Lifetime.

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

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

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.

Don't Waste Your Youth Growing Up.

If You Have Five Elements Available Use Only Four. If You Have Four Elements Use Three.

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.

All Children Are Artists

Never Copy Yourself, Always Copy Someone Else.

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.

Action Is The Fundamental Key To Success.

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

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

Whether He Wants It Or Not, Man Is The Instrument Of Nature; She Imposes On Him Character And Appearance.

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

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

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.

If I Had Known There Was Such A Thing As Islamic Calligraphy, I Would Never Have Started To Paint. I Have Strived To Reach The Highest Levels Of Artistic Mastery, But I Found That Islamic Calligraphy Was There Ages Before I Was.

Love Must Be Proven By Facts And Not By Reasons.

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 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.

When You're Really Young, You're Young For Life.

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

Give Me A Museum And I'll Fill It.

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.

I Have Had No True Friends, Only Lovers.

I Do Things I Don't Know How To Do In Order To Learn How To Do Them.

I Simply Painted Images Of What Was Before My Eyes; It Is For Others To Find Hidden Meaning In Them.

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.

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.

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

When They Say That I Am Too Old To Make A Thing, I Try To Make It Immediately.

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.

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

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.

It Took Me A Lifetime.

I'd Like To Live Like A Poor Man With A Lot Of Money.

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.

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

I Am Always Making That What I Am Not Capable, In An Attempt To Learn How To Doing It.

Is There Anything More Dangerous Than Sympathetic Understanding?

I Have Never Made Radically Different Experiments. Whenever I Wanted To Say Something, I Said It The Way I Believed I Should.

One Starts To Get Young At The Age Of Sixty And Then It Is Too Late.

A Painting Only Lives In The Eye Of The Beholder

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.

Whatever The Source Of Emotion That Drives Me To Create, I Want To Give It A Form Which Has Some Connection With The Visible World, Even If It Is Only To Wage War On That World....i Want My Paintings To Be Able To Defend Themselves To Resist The Invader, Just As Though There Were Razor Blades On All Surfaces So No One Could Touch Them Without Cutting His Hands.

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

Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

Telling The Truth

The Quality Of A Painter Depends On The Amount Of Past He Carries With Him.

To Draw You Must Close Your Eyes And Sing.

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

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

Reality Is To Be Found In Lightness And Darkness.

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

The Only Thing Emanating From My Pictures Should Be Emotion.

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.

Art Sweeps The Everyday Dust From Your Soul.

I Understand My Own Pictures Best Six Months After I Have Done Them.

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

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

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.

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.

I Like All Paintings. I Always Look At The Paintings, Good Or Bad, In Barbershops, Furniture Stores, Provincial Hotels. I'm Like A Drinker Who Needs Wine. As Long As It Is Wine, It Doesn't Matter Which Wine.

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.

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

Lord, Protect Me From What I Want!

When You Are Young And Without Success, You Have Only A Few Friends. Then, Later On, When You Are Rich And Famous, You Still Have A Few... If You Are Lucky.

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When I Enter The Studio, I Leave My Body At The Door The Way The Moslems Leave Their Shoes When They Enter The Mosque, And I Only Allow My Spirit To Go In There And Paint.

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.

Abstract Art Is Only Painting. And What's So Dramatic About That? There Is No Abstract Art. One Must Always Begin With Something. Afterwards One Can Remove All Semblance Of Reality; There Is No Longer Any Danger As The Idea Of The Object Has Left An Indelible Imprint.

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

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

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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.

Painting Isn't An Aesthetic Operation; It's A Form Of Magic Designed As Mediator Between This Strange Hostile World And Us.

One Must Act In Painting As In Life, Directly.

Through Education Comes Understanding. Through Understanding Comes True Appreciation. All Children Are Artists. The Problem Is How To Remain An Artist Once He Grows Up.

Computers Are Useless - All They Can Give You Are Answers.

You Can't Run A Without Taking Risks.

It Takes A Long Time To Become Young.

I Don't Develop; I Am.

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!

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

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.

Drink To Me. Drink To My Health. You Know I Can't Drink Any More.

When You Begin A Picture You Often Make Some Pretty Discoveries. You Must Be On Guard Against These. Destroy The Thing, Do It Over Several Times. In Each Destroying Of A Beautiful Discovery, The Artist Does Not Really Suppress It, But Rather Condenses It, Makes It More Substantial. What Comes Out In The End Is The Result Of Discarded Finds. Otherwise You Become Your Own Connoisseur.

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Action Is The Foundation Of All Success.

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We Have Learned Nothing.

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