In Art There Is Only

To Explain Away The Mystery Of A Great Painting - If Such A Feat Were Possible - Would Do Irreparable Harm... If There Is No Mystery, Then There Is No Poetry, The Quality I Value Above All Else In Art.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

It Is The Limitation Of Means That Determines Style, Gives Rise To New Forms And Makes Creativity Possible.

Perspective Starts From One Viewpoint And Never Gets Away From It. But The Viewpoint Is Quite Unimportant. It Is Though Someone Were To Draw Profiles All His Life, Leading People To Think That A Man Has Only One Eye.

Poetry' Is What Distinguishes The Cubist Paintings Picasso And I Arrived At Intuitively From The Lifeless Sort Of Painting Those Who Followed Us Tried, With Such Unfortunate Results, To Arrive At Theoretically.