Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge

Truth Exists, Only Falsehood Has To Be Invented.

I Thought That From The Moment Someone Else Could Do The Same As Myself, There Was No Difference Between The Pictures And They Should Not Be Signed. Afterwards I Realized It Was Not So And Began To Sign My Pictures Again. Picasso Had Begun Again Anyhow.

I Am Interposing Overlaid Planes A Short Way Off... To Make It Understood That Things Are In Front Of Each Other Instead Of Being Scattered In Space.

I Do Not Believe In Objects. I Believe Only In Their Relationships.

To Explain Away The Mystery Of A Great Painting - If Such A Feat Were Possible - Would Do Irreparable Harm... If There Is No Mystery, Then There Is No Poetry, The Quality I Value Above All Else In Art.