The reason for which Picasso was compelled to resort to signs and allegories should now be clear enough: his utter political helplessness in the face of a historical situation which he set out to record;...

Picasso.” He whispers like a priest. “Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, moulded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.

Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.

Picasso said that art is a lie, but a lie that tells the truth” … Calder wondered what Picasso had meant. Was it that art wasn’t exactly the real world, but it said something real?

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who only has eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if...

Hollywood is like Picasso’s bathroom.

The fact that for a long time Cubism has not been understood and that even today there are people who cannot see anything in it means nothing. I do not read English, an English book...

A highbrow is the kind of person who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso.

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue...

Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco, From the gloomy ‘View of Toledo.’ He was born before Cervantes.

Good artists copy; great artists steal.

We mustn’t be afraid of inventing anything…Everething there is in us exists in nature. After all, we’re part of nature. If it resembles nature, that’s fine. If it doesn’t, what of it? When man wanted...

Chicago does not go to the world, the world comes to Chicago! Who needs New York? Who has taller buildings than our tall buildings? Who’s got a busier airport than our airport? You want Picasso?...

You see, for me a painting is a dramatic action in the course of which the reality finds itself split apart. For me, that dramatic action takes precedence over all other considerations. The pure plastic...

Picasso created blank spaces through which an imagination could fly.

I paint the way some people write their autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages of my journal, and as such they are valid. The future will choose the pages it prefers. It’s...

People in coats and ties were milling around the Talley gallery, and on the wall were the minimally rendered still lifes by Giorgio Morandi, most of them no bigger than a tea tray. Their thin...

You only live once, buy Picassos whenever possible.