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The Whole Renaissance Tradition Is Antipethic To Me. The Hard-and-fast Rules Of Perspective Which It Succeeded In Imposing On Art Were A Ghastly Mistake Which It Has Taken Four Centuries To Redress; Cezanne And After Him Picasso And Myself Can Take A Lot Of Credit For This. Scientific Perspective Forces The Objects In A Picture To Disappear Away From The Beholder Instead Of Bringing Them Within His Reach As Painting Should.

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The Whole Renaissance Tradition

Georges Braque

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The Whole Renaissance Tradition Is Antipethic To Me. The Hard-and-fast Rules Of Perspective Which It Succeeded In Imposing On Art Were A Ghastly Mistake Which It Has Taken Four Centuries To Redress; Cezanne And After Him Picasso And Myself Can Take A Lot Of Credit For This. Scientific Perspective Forces The Objects In A Picture To Disappear Away From The Beholder Instead Of Bringing Them Within His Reach As Painting Should.

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