If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.
I've tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!
Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to rediscover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me (often without my knowing it).
At first, one sees the person who is modelling; but little by little, all of the possible sculptures that could be made come between artist and model.
If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?
Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.
If the glass there in front of me astounds me more than all the glasses I've seen in painting, and if I even think that the greatest architectural wonder of the world couldn't affect me more than this glass, it's really not worth while going to the Indies to see some temple or other when I have as much and more right in front of me.
I've been fifty thousand times to the Louvre. I have copied everything in drawing, trying to understand.
When one lives with problems of importance, the prostitute is ideal. You pay, and whether or not you fail is of no importance. She doesn't care.
I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.
Taste for things of the past evolves, doesn't it? What was a masterpiece a hundred years ago is no longer so today.
When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.
Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.
In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.
All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.
It was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.
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