A picture is not thought out and settled beforehand. While it is being done it changes as one's thoughts change.

If all the ways I have been along were marked on a map and joined up with a line, it might represent a minotaur.

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

And fame, for a painter means sales, gains, fortune, riches. And today, as you know, I am celebrated. I am rich.

We can see the light but we are still inside the tunnel, ... We have not been able to get to all the communities.

The more technique you have, the less you have to worry about it. The more technique there is, the less there is.

If I were to sign it now, I'd be committing forgery. I'd be putting my 1943 signature on a canvas painted in 1922.

Drawing is a kind of hypnotism: one looks in such a way at the model, that he comes and takes a seat on the paper.

The only pictorial matter that is of interest to me is the matter and sentiments brought about by the work itself.

Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

When we discovered cubism, we did not have the aim of discovering cubism. We only wanted to express what was in us.

I put in my pictures everything I like. So much the worse for the things - they have to get along with one another.

One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite - that particular peach is but a detail.

The only thing that's important is the legend created by the picture, and not whether it continues to exist itself.

When you start with a portrait and try to find pure form by abstracting more and more, you must end up with an egg.

I consider a work of art as a product of calculations, calculations that are frequently unknown to the author himself.

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!

Because I cannot work except in solitude, it is necessary that I live my work and that is impossible except in solitude.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy. (about Guernica).

To me there is no past or future in art. If a work of art does not live in the present, it must not be considered at all.

The connoisseur of painting gives only bad advice to the painter. For that reason I have given up trying to judge myself.

I don't know in advance what I am going to put on canvas any more than I decide beforehand what colours I am going to use.

Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as mediator between this strange hostile world and us.

When one starts from a portrait and seeks by successive eliminations to find pure form... one inevitably ends up with an egg.

I have never made radically different experiments. Whenever I wanted to say something, I said it the way I believed I should.

Painting isn't made for the decoration of apartments; it is a weapon to be used offensively and defensively against the enemy.

Art is not chaste. Those ill prepared should be allowed no contact with art. Art is dangerous. If it is chaste, it is not art.

From the point of view of art, there are no concrete or abstract forms, but only forms which are more or less convincing lies.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

I paint the way someone bites his fingernails; for me, painting is a bad habit because I don't know nor can I do anything else.

I don't own any of my own paintings because a Picasso original costs several thousand dollars and that's a luxury I cannot afford.

Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.

Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.

Why should I copy this owl, this sea urchin? Why should I try to imitate nature? I might just as well try to trace a perfect circle.

You cannot go against nature. She is stronger than the strongest of men. We can permit ourselves some liberties, but in details only.

There are chemists who spend their whole lives trying to find out what's in a lump of sugar. I want to know one thing. What is color?

If you are trying to find something, it means you haven't got it. And if you find it simply by looking for it, that means it's false.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.

Style is besides the point. Nobody would pay attention if one always said the same thing, in the same words and the same tone of voice.

When the individuality of the artist begins to express itself, what the artist gains in the way of liberty he loses in the way of order.

People don't realize what they have when they own a picture by me. Each picture is a phial with my blood. That is what has gone into it.

I'm a joker who has understood his epoch and has extracted all he possibly could from the stupidity, greed and vanity of his contemporaries.

I have never had time for the idea of searching. Whenever I wanted to express something, I did so without thinking of the past or the future.

The revolutionary artist does not only focus on the negative aspects of capitalist lives, but also creates visions of a revolutionary future.

Can you imagine me calling myself "Ruiz"? "Pablo Ruiz"? "Diego-José Ruiz"? Or "Juan-Népomucène Ruiz"? I was given I don't know how many names.

When German soldiers used to come to my studio and look at my pictures of Guernica, they'd ask 'Did you do this?'. And I'd say, 'No, you did.'

Academic training in beauty is a sham. We have been so deceived, but so well deceived that we can scarcely get back even a shadow of the truth.

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