I Don't Work From Nature, I Work

Every Child Is An Artist. The Problem Is How To Remain An Artist Once We Grow Up.

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.

In Life You Throw A Ball. You Hope It Will Reach A Wall And Bounce Back So You Can Throw It Again. You Hope Your Friends Will Provide That Wall.

And Fame, For A Painter Means Sales, Gains, Fortune, Riches. And Today, As You Know, I Am Celebrated. I Am Rich.

When German Soldiers Used To Come To My Studio And Look At My Pictures Of Guernica, They'd Ask 'did You Do This?'. And I'd Say, 'no, You Did.'