Critics, Mathematicians, Scientists And Busybodies

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

Cubism Is Not A Reality You Can Take In Your Hand. It's More Like A Perfume, In Front Of You, Behind You, To The Sides, The Scent Is Everywhere But You Don’t Quite Know Where It Comes From.

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.

The World Today Doesn't Make Sense, So Why Should I Paint Pictures That Do?

What Does It Mean For A Painter To Paint In The Manner Of So-and-so Or To Actually Imitate Someone Else? What's Wrong With That? On The Contrary, It's A Good Idea. You Should Constantly Try To Paint Like Someone Else. But The Thing Is, You Can't! You Would Like To. You Try. But It Turns Out To Be A Botch... And It's At The Very Moment You Make A Botch Of It That You're Yourself.