Pablo Picasso Quotes - Page 17

Good designers copy; great designers steal.

When one starts from a portrait and seeks by successive eliminations to find pure form... one inevitably ends up with an egg.

As an artist, all I need is my paints and brushes - and someone to drag me away when the canvas is done

We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.

The more technique there is, the less there is

I see for others... in order to put on canvas the sudden apparitions which come to me.

I'm not a developer; I am.

One starts to get young at the age of sixty and then it is too late.

What is conserved in the ground? Stone, bronze, ivory, bone, sometimes pottery. Never wood objects, no fabric or skins. That completely skews our notions about primitive man.

What a trade! Poor painters! They always wish to be understood, and they are analysed instead.

The connoisseur of painting gives only bad advice to the painter. For that reason I have given up trying to judge myself.

Often while reading a book one feels that the author wouold heave preferred to paint rather than to wirte; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart he would have preferred to use brushes and colors.

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.

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?

The revolutionary artist does not only focus on the negative aspects of capitalist lives, but also creates visions of a revolutionary future.

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.

My whole life has been nothing more than a continuous struggle against Reaction and the death of art.

How could Michelangelo have seen his David in a block of marble? Man began to make images only because he discovered them nearly formed around him, already within reach. He saw them in a bone, in the bumps of a cave, in a piece of wood. One form suggested a woman to him, another a buffalo, still another the head of a monster.

It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don't care.

I must keep on trying, just to keep the experiment going until I get tired of it all. Even if the last result is not necessarily the best, I stop when my interest in the problem wanes.

They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

The only thing that's important is the legend created by the picture, and not whether it continues to exist itself.

The fact that for a long time Cubism has not been understood and that even today there are people who cannot see anything in it means nothing. I do not read English, an English book is a blank book to me. This does not mean that the English language does not exist. Why should I blame anyone but myself if I cannot understand what I know nothing about?" -Pablo Picasso.

Imitators? All right! Disciples if you like. But disciples be damned. It's not interesting.