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Whatever Is Valuable In Painting Is Precisely What One Is Incapable Of Talking About.

I Wanted To Create A Kind Of Substance By Means Of Brush-work. But That Is The Kind Of Discovery Which One Makes Gradually... Thus It Was That I Subsequently Began To Introduce Sand, Sawdust And Metal Filings Into My Pictures.

Nature Is A Mere Pretext For A Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art.

I Couldn't Portray A Women In All Her Natural Loveliness.. I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty, The Beauty That Appears To Me In Terms Of Volume Of Line, Of Mass, Of Weight, And Through That Beauty Interpret My Subjective Impression. Nature Is Mere A Pretext For Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art. I Want To Express The Absolute, Not Merely The Factitious Woman.

Work To Perfect The Mind. There Is No Certitude But In What The Mind Conceives.