They Ought To Put Out The Eyes

How Could Michelangelo Have Seen His David In A Block Of Marble? Man Began To Make Images Only Because He Discovered Them Nearly Formed Around Him, Already Within Reach. He Saw Them In A Bone, In The Bumps Of A Cave, In A Piece Of Wood. One Form Suggested A Woman To Him, Another A Buffalo, Still Another The Head Of A Monster.

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 Someone Bites His Fingernails; For Me, Painting Is A Bad Habit Because I Don't Know Nor Can I Do Anything Else.

Everybody Has The Same Energy Potential. The Average Person Wastes His In A Dozen Little Ways. I Bring Mine To Bear On One Thing Only: My Paintings, And Everything Else Is Sacrificed To It...myself Included.

Everything We Can Dream Can Be Real.