Art Is Not Truth; Art Is The

I Have A Horror Of People Who Speak About The Beautiful. What Is The Beautiful? One Must Speak Of Problems In Painting!

The Goal I Proposed Myself In Making Cubism? To Paint And Nothing More... With A Method Linked Only To My Thought... Neither The Good Nor The True; Neither The Useful Nor The Useless.

I Paint The Way Some People Write An Autobiography. The Paintings, Finished Or Not, Are The Pages From My Diary.

I Hate It When People Pilfer My Things.

No, Painting Is Not Interior Decoration. It Is An Instrument Of War For Attack And Defense Against The Enemy.