Picasso in 1908
|Born||Pablo Diego JosÃ© Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno MarÃa de los Remedios Cipriano de la SantÃsima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso
25 October 1881
|Died||8 April 1973
|Resting place||ChÃ¢teau of Vauvenargues
|Education||JosÃ© Ruiz y Blasco (father)
Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando
|Known for||Painting, drawing, sculpture, printmaking, ceramics, stage design, writing|
|Notable work||La Vie (1903)
Family of Saltimbanques (1905)
Les Demoiselles d’Avignon (1907)
Portrait of Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler (1910)
Girl before a Mirror (1932)
The Weeping Woman (1937)
(m. 1918; d. 1955)
Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.
To finish a work? To finish a picture? What nonsense! To finish it means to be through with it, to kill it, to rid it of its soul, to give it its final blow the coup de grace for the painter as well as for the picture.
My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.
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.
Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
Every positive value has its price in negative terms… the genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.
When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.
Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
The older you get the stronger the wind gets – and it's always in your face.
If there were only one truth, you couldn't paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.
You mustn't always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer.
An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought.
There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.
God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.
If all the ways I have been along were marked on a map and joined up with a line, it might represent a minotaur.
Disciples be damned. It's not interesting. It's only the masters that matter. Those who create.
All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.
The more technique you have, the less you have to worry about it. The more technique there is, the less there is.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Never permit a dichotomy to rule your life, a dichotomy in which you hate what you do so you can have pleasure in your spare time. Look for a situation in which your work will give you as much happiness as your spare time.
Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
You have to have an idea of what you are going to do, but it should be a vague idea.
He can who thinks he can, and he can't who thinks he can't. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.
Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.
Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success.
I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite – that particular peach is but a detail.
We must not discriminate between things. Where things are concerned there are no class distinctions. We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.
When I was a child, my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk, you'll end up as the Pope.' Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
When you start with a portrait and search for a pure form, a clear volume, through successive eliminations, you arrive inevitably at the egg. Likewise, starting with the egg and following the same process in reverse, one finishes with the portrait.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.