In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.
Art disturbs, science reassures.
Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.
Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.
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.
Art upsets, science reasures.