What A Genius, That Picasso. It Is

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

The Freer The Soul, The More Abstract Painting Becomes.

For Me A Stained Glass Window Is A Transparent Partition Between My Heart And The Heart Of The World.