The Painting Is Finished When

One Has To Guard Against A Formula That Is Good For Everything, That Can Interpret Reality In Addition To The Other Arts, And That Rather Than Creating Can Only Result In A Style, Or A Stylization.

In Art There Is Only One Thing That Counts: The Bit That Cannot Be Explained.

The Things That Picasso And I Said To One Another During Those Years Will Never Be Said Again, And Even If They Were, No One Would Understand Them Anymore. It Was Like Being Roped Together On A Mountain.

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

Emotion Should Not Be Rendered By An Excited Trembling; It Can Neither Be Added On Nor Be Imitated. It Is The Seed, The Work Is The Flower.