This Idea Of Art For Art's Sake

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.

I Consider A Work Of Art As A Product Of Calculations, Calculations That Are Frequently Unknown To The Author Himself.

What I Have To Do Is Utilize As Best I Can The Ideas Which Objects Suggest To Me, Connect, Fuse, And Color In My Way The Shadows They Cast Within Me, Illumine Them From The Inside. And Since Of Necessity My Vision Is Quite Different From That Of The Next Man, My Painting Will Interpret Things In An Entirely Different Manner Even Though It Makes Use Of The Same Elements.

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.

My Whole Life Has Been Nothing More Than A Continuous Struggle Against Reaction And The Death Of Art.