Pablo Picasso Quotes
Most popular Pablo Picasso Quotes
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Everything you can imagine is real.
It takes a long time to become young.
Love is the greatest refreshment of life.
Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.
One must act in painting as in life, directly.
Action is the foundational key to all success.
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.
I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.
The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting.
It is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.
I am only a public entertainer, who understands his age.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
The fig-leaves that hide the private parts of literature.
Work is a necessity for man. Man invented the alarm clock.
I'd like to live like a poor man, only with lots of money.
There are only two types of women - goddesses and doormats.
Art ... washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
The people who make art their business are mostly in posters.
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
I am always doing something I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
Every positive value has its price in negative terms ... the genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.
The passions that motivate you may change, but it is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.
Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy.
Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.
There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.
When you come right down to it, all you have is your self. Your self is a sun with a thousand rays in your belly. The rest is nothing.
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.
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.
As far as I am concerned, a painting speaks for itself. What is the use of giving explanations, when all is said and done? A painter has only one language.
There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who, thanks to their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun.
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.
The artist is a receptacle for the 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.
Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as a mediation between this strange hostile world and us, a way of seizing the power by giving form to our terrors as well as our desires.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.
When you start with a portrait and search for a pure form...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.
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.