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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. 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.

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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. 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.

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

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.

For A Long Time I Limited Myself To One Colour - As A Form Of Discipline.

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

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'm A Joker Who Has Understood His Epoch And Has Extracted All He Possibly Could From The Stupidity, Greed And Vanity Of His Contemporaries.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Formerly Pictures Used To Move Towards Completion In Progressive Stages. Each Day Would Bring Something New. A Picture Was A Sum Of Additions. With Me, Picture Is A Sum Of Destructions. I Do A Picture, Then I Destroy It. But In The Long Run Nothing Is Lost; The Red That I Took Away From One Place Turns Up Somewhere Else.

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.

Only Put Off Until Tomorrow What You Are Willing To Die Having Left Undone.

To Me There Is No Past Or Future In Art. If A Work Of Art Does Not Live In The Present, It Must Not Be Considered At All.

Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

Give Me A Museum And I'll Fill It.

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

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

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

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

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.

What A Trade! Poor Painters! They Always Wish To Be Understood, And They Are Analysed Instead.

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

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

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

We Must Pick Out What Is Good For Us Where We Can Find It.

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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.

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

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

So There's Only One Tactic For The State: Kill The Seers.

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.

I Don't Develop; I Am.

Never Permit A Dichotomy To Rule Your Life, A Dichotomy In Which You Hate What You Do So You Can Have Pleasure In Your Spare Time. Look For A Situation In Which Your Work Will Give You As Much Happiness As Your Spare Time.

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.

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

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When I Haven't Any Blue I Use Red.

The Chief Enemy Of Creativity Is 'good' Sense.

...the Right To Free Expression Is Something One Seizes, Not Something One Is Given.... If It Does Exist, It Exists To Be Used Against The Established Order.... There Is Absolute Opposition Between The Artist And The State.

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The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters.

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I Understand How You Could See Something In The Root Of A Tree, A Crack In The Wall, In An Eroded Stone Or Pebble. But Marble? It Comes Off In Blocks And Doesn't Evoke Any Image. It Does Not Inspire.

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Never Copy Yourself, Always Copy Someone Else.

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

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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.

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

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

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.

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Action Is The Foundational Key To All Success.

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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?

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.

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

Computers Are Stupid.

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.

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

A Painting Only Lives In The Eye Of The Beholder

In Drawing, Nothing Is Better Than The First Attempt.

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.

Lord, Protect Me From What I Want!

All Children Are Artists

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

I Don't Say Everything, But I Paint Everything.

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

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.

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.

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

It Is Personality With A Penny's Worth Of Talent. Error Which Chances To Rise Above The Commonplace.

A Picture Is Not Thought Out And Settled Beforehand. While It Is Being Done It Changes As One's Thoughts Change.

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

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

Matisse Makes A Drawing, Then He Makes A Copy Of It. He Copies It Five Times, Ten Times, Always Clarifying The Line. He’s Convinced That The Last, The Most Stripped Down, Is The Best, The Purest, The Definitive One; And In Fact, Most Of The Time, It Was The First. In Drawing, Nothing Is Better Than The First Attempt.

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

Positive Thinking

One Never Knows What One Is Going To Do. One Starts A Painting And Then It Becomes Something Quite Different.

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

You Can't Run A Without Taking Risks.

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.

Ah, Good Taste! What A Dreadful Thing! Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativeness.

Don't Waste Your Youth Growing Up.

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.

Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

Telling The Truth

You Must Always Work Not Just Within But Below Your Means. If You Can Handle Three Elements, Handle Only Two. If You Can Handle Ten, Then Handle Only Five. In That Way The Ones You Do Handle, You Handle With More Ease, More Mastery, And You Create A Feeling Of Strength In Reserve.

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

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.

Every Positive Value Has Its Price In Negative Terms... The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.

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

Everything Is A Miracle. It Is A Miracle That One Does Not Dissolve In One's Bath Like A Lump Of Sugar.

Titian, Rembrandt And Goya Were The Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown.

Computers Are Useless. They Can Only Give You Answers.

You Mustn't Always Believe What I Say. Questions Tempt You To Tell Lies, Particularly When There Is No Answer.

Art Is The Elimination Of The Unnecessary.

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

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.

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.

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

To Arrive At Abstraction, It Is Always Necessary To Begin With A Concrete Reality.

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

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

If One Knows Exactly What Is Going To Be Done, Why Do It?

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.

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.

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.

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

Every Act Of Creation Is First An Act Of Destruction.

We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

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

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.

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

The Only Thing Emanating From My Pictures Should Be Emotion.

Today, As You Know, I Am Famous And Very Rich. But When I Am Alone With Myself, I Haven't The 'courage' To Consider Myself An Artist, In The Great And Ancient Sense Of That Word... I Am Only A Public Entertainer, Who Understands His Age.

There's Nothing Worse Than A Brilliant Beginning.

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

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

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.

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

Style Is Besides The Point. Nobody Would Pay Attention If One Always Said The Same Thing, In The Same Words And The Same Tone Of Voice.

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

It Is Your Work In Life That Is The Ultimate Seduction.

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

Different Themes Inevitably Require Different Methods Of Expression. This Does Not Imply Either Evolution Or Progress; It Is A Matter Of Following The Idea One Wants To Express And The Way In Which One Wants To Express It.

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

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

I Paint The Way Some People Write An Autobiography. The Paintings, Finished Or Not, Are The Pages From My Diary.

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.

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 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 Secret Of Many Of My Deformations - Which Many People Do Not Understand - Is That There Is An Interaction, An Intereffect Between The Lines In A Painting: One Line Attracts The Other And At The Point Of Maximum Attraction The Lines Curve In Toward The Attracting Point And Form Is Altered.

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

Work Is A Necessity For Man. Man Invented The Alarm Clock.

To Model An Object Is To Possess It.

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

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

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 . . .

What I Have To Do Is Utilize As Best I Can The Ideas Which Objects Suggest To Me, Connect, Fuse, And Color In My Way The Shadows They Cast Within Me, Illumine Them From The Inside. And Since Of Necessity My Vision Is Quite Different From That Of The Next Man, My Painting Will Interpret Things In An Entirely Different Manner Even Though It Makes Use Of The Same Elements.

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

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

Everything We Can Dream Can Be Real.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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