Quotes from Pablo Picasso

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No.

My mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you'll be a general, if you become a monk you'll end up as the pope." Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

To finish a work? To finish a picture? What nonsense! To finish it means to be through with it, to kill it, to rid it of its soul, to give it its final blow the coup de grace for the painter as well as for the picture.

To me there is no past or future in art. If a work cannot always live in the present, it must not be considered art at all.

I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.

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.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.

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.

Accidents, try to change them-it's impossible. The accidental reveals man.

Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.

Art is a lie that tells the truth.

Art washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday living.

Art washes away the dust of everyday life.

Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

Give me a museum, and I'll fill it.

God is really only another artist, he made the elephat, giraffe and cat. He has no real style but keeps trying new ideas.

Good taste is the enemy of creativity

Now there is fame! Of all -- hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public -- fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

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 emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape...

The artist is a recepticle 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.

The people who make art their business are mostly impostors.