The Painting Is Finished When

I Do Not Believe In Objects. I Believe Only In Their Relationships.

One Has To Arrive At A Specific Temperature, At Which The Objects Become Malleable.

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.

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.

One Must Not Imitate What One Wants To Create.