Occupation: Artist Birth: October 10, 1901 Death: January 11, 1966
The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull..
I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but ….
All the art of the past rises up before me, the art of all ages and all civilizations, everything becomes simultaneous, as if space had replaced time….
The older I grow, the more I find myself alone..
The form is always the measure of the obsession..
In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt..
All the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces... So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest ….
When I make my drawings... the path traced by my pencil on the sheet of paper is, to some extent, analogous to the gesture of a man groping his way i….
The one thing that fills me with enthusiasm is to try, despite everything, to get nearer to those visions that seem so hard to express..
I see something, find it marvelous, want to try and do it. Whether it fails or whether it comes off in the end becomes secondary. . . . So long as I'….
I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality... to protect myself..
It is impossible to do a thing the way I see it because the closer I get the more differently I see..
The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary….
If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible..
When you look at art made by other people, you see what you need to see in it..
If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?.
The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity..
(Art is) the residue of vision..
The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unkno….
Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed i….
That's the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it..