Poetry Is To A Painting What Life

Whatever Is In Common Is True; But Likeness Is False.

I Realized That One Cannot Reveal Oneself Without Mannerism, Without Some Evident Trace Of One's Personality. But All The Same One Should Not Go Too Far In That Direction.

Writing Is Not Describing, Painting Is Not Depicting. Verisimilitude Is Merely An Illusion.

Painting Is A Nail To Which I Fasten My Ideas.

If We Had Never Met Picasso, Would Cubism Have Been What It Is? I Think Not. The Meeting With Picasso Was A Circumstance In Our Lives.