My whole life has been nothing more than a continuous struggle against Reaction and the death of art.
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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.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses Picasso's view of painting as a compulsive and instinctive act, similar to a bad habit.
In this quote, Pablo Picasso reflects on his relationship with painting, likening it to a bad habit, much like someone who bites their fingernails. He suggests that for him, painting is not merely a skill or talent, but rather an inherent need or compulsion, indicating that he lacks alternative means of expression.
Themes
PaintingArtCompulsionHabitExpression
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used to inspire young artists at an art exhibition.
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