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I Succeeded In Simply Attending At The Birth Of All My Works.

Art Has Got Nothing To Do With Taste.

Painting Is Neither Decorative Amusement, Nor The Plastic Invention Of Felt Reality; It Must Be Every Time: Invention, Discovery, Revelation.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.