It is the unforeseeable that creates the event.
The painting is finished when the idea has disappeared.
The things that Picasso and I said to one another during those years will never be said again, and even if they were, no one would understand them anymore. It was like being roped together on a mountain.
There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.
Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.
Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.