The Only Thing Emanating From My Pictures

We Might Adapt For The Artist The Joke About There Being Nothing More Dangerous Than Instruments Of War In The Hands Of Generals. In The Same Way, There Is Nothing More Dangerous Than Justice In The Hands Of Judges, And A Paint Brush In The Hands Of A Painter! Just Think Of The Danger To Society! But Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets Because We No Longer Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

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.

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

The Older You Get The Stronger The Wind Gets - And It's Always In Your Face.

I Always Forbade Everyone To Clean My Studios, Dust Them, Not Only For Fear They Would Disturb My Things, But Especially Because I Always Counted On The Protection Of Dust. It's My Ally. I Always Let It Settle Where It Likes. It's Like A Layer Of Protection.