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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.

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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.

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

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

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.

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.

The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.

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

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.

My Mother Said To Me, 'if You Are A Soldier, You Will Become A General. If You Are A Monk, You Will Become The Pope.' Instead, I Was A Painter, And Became Picasso.

Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.

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

Positive Thinking

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

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.

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

If Everyone Would Paint, Political Re-education Would Be Unnecessary.

I Don't Think I'm Wrong When I Say That The Most Beautiful Objects Of The "stone Age" Were Made Of Skin, Fabric, And Especially Wood. The "stone Age" Ought To Be Called The "wood Age." How Many African Statues Are Made Of Stone, Bone, Or Ivory? Maybe One In A Thousand! And Prehistoric Man Had No More Ivory At His Disposal Than African Tribes. Maybe Even Less. He Must Have Had Thousands Of Wooden Fetishes, All Gone Now.

The Purpose Of Art Is Washing The Dust Of Daily Life Off Our Souls.

The Earth Doesn't Have A Housekeeper To Do The Dusting. And The Dust That Falls On It Every Day Remains There. Everything That's Come Down To Us From The Past Has Been Conserved By Dust.

It Took Me Four Years To Paint Like Raphael, But A Lifetime To Paint Like A Child.

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

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

Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

Love Must Be Proven By Facts And Not By Reasons.

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.

People Want To Find A 'meaning' In Everything And Everyone. That's The Disease Of Our Age...

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

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

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

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.

Art Is The Elimination Of The Unnecessary.

The More Technique There Is, The Less There Is

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.

I Want To Know One Thing, What Is Color?

The Purpose Of Art Is To Create Enthusiasm.

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

When One Starts From A Portrait And Seeks By Successive Eliminations To Find Pure Form... One Inevitably Ends Up With An Egg.

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.

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.

When We Discovered Cubism, We Did Not Have The Aim Of Discovering Cubism. We Only Wanted To Express What Was In Us.

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.

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.

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

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

Whatever Is Most Abstract May Perhaps Be The Summit Of Reality.

There's Nothing So Similar To One Poodle Dog As Another Poodle Dog, And That Goes For Women, Too.

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

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.

I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

Is There Anything More Dangerous Than Sympathetic Understanding?

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

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.

The First Half Of Life Is Learning To Be An Adult-the Second Half Is Learning To Be A Child.

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

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

I Draw Like Other People Bite Their Nails.

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

Computers Are Stupid.

To Draw You Must Close Your Eyes And Sing.

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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.

You're Either A Goddess ... Or A Doormat.

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Illness And Death

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The Only Thing Emanating From My Pictures Should Be Emotion.

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When You Make A Thing, A Thing That Is New, It Is So Complicated Making It That It Is Bound To Be Ugly. But Those That Make It After You, They Don't Have To Worry About Making It. And They Can Make It Pretty, And So Everybody Can Like It When Others Make It After You

In Art Intentions Are Not Sufficient And, As We Say In Spanish, Love Must Be Proved By Deeds And Not By Reasons. What One Does Is What Counts And Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.

Give Me A Museum And I'll Fill It.

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

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I Hate It When People Pilfer My Things.

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

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

The Hidden Harmony Is Better Than The Obvious.

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

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.

People Are Always Asking Me To Sign My Old Canvases. It's Ridiculous!

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.

All Art Is Subversive.

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

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.

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

Art Is A Finger Up The Bourgeoisie Ass.

Motivation Is In The World Around Us. We Have An Infinite Amount Of Material At Our Disposal, In The Lives Of Those We Meet, In What We See And Feel, In What We Discuss And From The Passion Of Every Woman.

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.

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.

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.

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.

We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

All Children Are Artists

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.

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.

It Seems Strange To Me That Someone Thought Of Making Marble Statues.

Lord, Protect Me From What I Want!

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

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.

When Art Critics Get Together They Talk About Form And Structure And Meaning. When Artists Get Together They Talk About Where You Can Buy Cheap Turpentine.

What Do You Think An Artist Is? ...he Is A Political Being, Constantly Aware Of The Heart Breaking, Passionate, Or Delightful Things That Happen In The World, Shaping Himself Completely In Their Image. Painting Is Not Done To Decorate Apartments. It Is An Instrument Of War.

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

You Have To Start Somewhere. You Can Always Erase Reality Later On.

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.

Style Is Often Something Which Locks The Painter Into The Same Vision, The Same Technique, The Same Formula During Years And Years, Sometimes During One's Whole Lifetime.

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.

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.

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.

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

A Painting Only Lives In The Eye Of The Beholder

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?

What One Does Is What Counts. Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.

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

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

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

I Have A Horror Of People Who Speak About The Beautiful. What Is The Beautiful? One Must Speak Of Problems In Painting!

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.

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

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.

It Took Me A Lifetime.

They'll Sell You Thousands Of Greens. Veronese Green And Emerald Green And Cadmium Green And Any Sort Of Green You Like; But That Particular Green, Never.

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.

Art Is An Instrument In The War Against The Enemy.

For Those Who Know How To Read, I Have Painted My Autobiography

When I Haven't Any Blue I Use Red.

Art Is The Best Possible Introduction To The Culture Of The World. I Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings It Can Summon At A Touch. It Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

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

The Connoisseur Of Painting Gives Only Bad Advice To The Painter. For That Reason I Have Given Up Trying To Judge Myself.

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

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

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.

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

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

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.

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.

I Paint What I Think, Not What I See.

There Is Only One Way To See Things, Until Someone Shows Us How To Look At Them With Different Eyes

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

Art Is A Leap Into The Dark.

As Far As I Am Concerned, A Painting Speaks For Itself. What Is The Use Of Giving Explanations, When All Is Said And Done? A Painter Has Only One Language.

The Goal I Proposed Myself In Making Cubism? To Paint And Nothing More... With A Method Linked Only To My Thought... Neither The Good Nor The True; Neither The Useful Nor The Useless.

There Are More Copies Than Originals Among People.

[in Developing Your Potential] ... I Don't Develop; I Am

One Must Act In Painting As In Life, Directly.

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

I Do Not Evolve, I Am.

To Be Young, Really Young, Takes A Very Long Time.

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

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.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

Inspiration Exists, But It Has To Find Us Working.

A Good Picture, Any Picture, Has To Be Bristling With Razor Blades.

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

When There's Dust Missing Here Or There, It's Because Someone Has Touched My Things. I See Immediately Someone Has Been There. And It's Because I Live Constantly With Dust, In Dust, That I Prefer To Wear Gray Suits, The Only Color On Which It Leaves No Trace.

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

To Make Oneself Hated Is More Difficult Than To Make Oneself Loved.

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

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.

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realise Truth ... That Is Given Us To Understand.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

What I Want Is That My Picture Should Evoke Nothing But Emotion.

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

Do You Think It Interests Me That This Painting Represents Two Figures? These Two Figures Existed, They Exist No More. The Sight Of Them Gave Me An Initial Emotion, Little By Little Their Real Presence Grew Indistinct They Became A Fiction For Me, Then They Disappeared, Or Rather, Were Turned Into Problems Of All Kinds. For Me They Are No Longer Two Figures But Shapes And Colours, Don't Misunderstand Me, Shapes And Colours, Though, That Sum Up The Idea Of The Two Figures And Preserve The Vibration Of Their Existence.

There's Nothing More Difficult Than A Line.

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.

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

Painting Is A Blind Man's Profession. He Paints Not What He Sees, But What He Feels, What He Tells Himself About What He Has Seen.

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.

The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters.

All Children Paint Like Geniuses. What Do We Do To Them That So Quickly Dulls This Ability?

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.

Action Is The Fundamental Key To Success.

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

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

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

When I Work I Relax; Doing Nothing Or Entertaining Visitors Makes Me Tired.

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.

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.

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.

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

Music And Art Are The Guiding Lights Of The World.

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

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

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