Something sacred, that’s it. We ought to be able to say that such and such a painting is as it is, with its capacity for power, because it is “touched by God.”
Imitators? All right! Disciples if you like. But disciples be damned. It’s not interesting.
I am only a public entertainer who understands his time.
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.
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?
The important thing is to create. Nothing else matters; creation is all.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?
Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.
The first half of life is learning to be an adult-the second half is learning to be a child.
I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to learn.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
It is a well-known fact that we see the faults in other’s works more readily than we do in our own.
I never calculate. That is why those who do, calculate so much less accurately than I.
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.
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.
It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.
Art is a finger up the bourgeoisie ass.
As an artist, all I need is my paints and brushes – and someone to drag me away when the canvas is done.
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.
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.