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I Don't Paint Women, I Paint Pictures. . . What I Am After Above All Is Expression. If In A Portrait I Put Eyes, A Nose, A Mouth, There Isn't Much Use; On The Contrary It Paralyses The Imagination Of The Spectator, And Obliges Us To See The Person In A Certain Way.

Exactitude Is Not Truth.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

I Have To Create An Object Which Resembles The Tree. The Sign For A Tree, And Not The Sign That Other Artists May Have Found For The Tree.

A Young Woman Has Young Claws, Well Sharpened. If She Has Character, That Is. And If She Hasn't So Much The Worse For You.