Whatever is most abstract may perhaps be the summit of reality.

"Picasso" is of Italian origin, as you know. And the name a person bears or adopts has its importance.

It took me a lifetime.

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

When you begin a picture you often make some pretty discoveries. You must be on guard against these. Destroy the thing, do it over several times. In each destroying of a beautiful discovery, the artist does not really suppress it, but rather condenses it, makes it more substantial. What comes out in the end is the result of discarded finds. Otherwise you become your own connoisseur.

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.

If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?