Painting Is A Nail To Which I

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

It Is The Unforeseeable That Creates The Event.

Art Upsets, Science Reasures.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

If I Have Called Cubism A New Order, It Is Without Any Revolutionary Ideas Or Any Reactionary Ideas... One Cannot Escape From One's Own Epoch, However Revolutionary One May Be.