The Revolutionary Artist Does Not Only Focus

But When I Am Alone, I Do Not Have The Effrontery To Consider Myself An Artist At All, Not In The Grand Old Meaning Of The Word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya Were Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown-a Mountebank. I Have Understood My Time And Have Exploited The Imbecility, The Vanity, The Greed Of My Contemporaries. It Is A Bitter Confession, This Confession Of Mine, More Painful Than It May Seem. But At Least And At Last It Does Have The Merit Of Being Honest.

Every Positive Value Has Its Price In Negative Terms... The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.

When We Did Cubist Paintings, Our Intention Was Not To Produce Cubist Paintings But To Express What Was Within Us. No One Laid Down A Course Of Action For Us, And Our Friends The Poets Followed Our Endeavour Attentively But They Never Dictated It To Us.

Races And Religions May Have Changed, But The Marketplace, The Living Quarters, Pilgrimage Sites, Places Of Worship, Have Remained The Same. Venus Is Replaced By The Virgin, But The Same Life Goes On.

Photographers, Along With Dentists, Are The Two Professions Never Satisfied With What They Do. Every Dentist Would Like To Be A Doctor And Inside Every Photographer Is A Painter Trying To Get Out.