Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.
Everyone wants to understand painting. Why is there no attempt to understand the song of the birds?
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
I don't own any of my own paintings because a Picasso original costs several thousand dollars -- it's a luxury I can't afford.
They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.
Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.