It Is Not What An Artist Does

To Finish A Work? To Finish A Picture? What Nonsense! To Finish It Means To Be Through With It, To Kill It, To Rid It Of Its Soul, To Give It Its Final Blow The Coup De Grace For The Painter As Well As For The Picture.

Art Is Not Chaste. Those Ill Prepared Should Be Allowed No Contact With Art. Art Is Dangerous. If It Is Chaste, It Is Not Art.

Do You Think It Interests Me That This Painting Represents Two Figures? These Two Figures Existed, They Exist No More. The Sight Of Them Gave Me An Initial Emotion, Little By Little Their Real Presence Grew Indistinct They Became A Fiction For Me, Then They Disappeared, Or Rather, Were Turned Into Problems Of All Kinds. For Me They Are No Longer Two Figures But Shapes And Colours, Don't Misunderstand Me, Shapes And Colours, Though, That Sum Up The Idea Of The Two Figures And Preserve The Vibration Of Their Existence.

They'll Sell You Thousands Of Greens. Veronese Green And Emerald Green And Cadmium Green And Any Sort Of Green You Like; But That Particular Green, Never.

You Cannot Go Against Nature. She Is Stronger Than The Strongest Of Men. We Can Permit Ourselves Some Liberties, But In Details Only.