When I Paint I Feel That All

Those Trying To Explain Pictures Are As A Rule Completely Mistaken.

When You Begin A Picture You Often Make Some Pretty Discoveries. You Must Be On Guard Against These. Destroy The Thing, Do It Over Several Times. In Each Destroying Of A Beautiful Discovery, The Artist Does Not Really Suppress It, But Rather Condenses It, Makes It More Substantial. What Comes Out In The End Is The Result Of Discarded Finds. Otherwise You Become Your Own Connoisseur.

Inspiration Exists, But It Has To Find Us Working.

One Starts To Get Young At The Age Of Sixty And Then It Is Too Late.

The Goal I Proposed Myself In Making Cubism? To Paint And Nothing More... With A Method Linked Only To My Thought... Neither The Good Nor The True; Neither The Useful Nor The Useless.