Events & Exhibitions
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"...And the past is about to happen, and the future was long since settled. And the wings of the future darken the past..."
"...There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now...”
“…Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours…”
“…The idea of beauty is the fundamental idea of everything. In the world we see only distortions of the fundamental idea, but art, by imagination, may lift itself to the height of this idea...”
“…People want to find a meaning in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age...”
"...That corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?..."
"...Maybe nothing in the world hears as much stupidities as a painting hanging in the museum..."
“...The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month...”
"...The grand whorehouse which they have made of life requires no decoration; it is essential only that the drains function adequately. Beauty, that feline beauty which has us by the balls in America, is finished. To fathom the new reality it is first necessary to dismantle the drains, to lay open the gangrened ducts which compose the genito-urinary system that supplies the excreta of art. The odor of the day is permanganate and formaldehyde. The drains are clogged with strangled embryos..."
"...In art the mass of people no longer seeks consolation and exaltation, but those who are refined, rich, unoccupied, who are distillers of quintessence, seek what is new, strange, original, extravagant, scandalous. I myself, since Cubism and before, have satisfied these masters and critics with all the changing oddities which passed trough my head, and the less they understood me, the more they admired me. By amusing myself with all these games, with all these absurdities, puzzles, rebuses, arabesques, I became famous and that very quickly. And fame for a painter means sales, gains, fortune, riches. And today, as you know, I am celebrated, I am rich. But when I am alone with myself, I have not the courage to think of myself as an artist in the great and ancient sense of the term. Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt were great painters. I am only a public entertainer who has understood his times and exploited as best he could the imbecility, the vanity, the cupidity of his contemporaries. Mine is a bitter confession, more painful than it may appear, but it has the merit of being sincere..."
Delivered stillborn @ 23:15 hrs in the city of Malaga, October 25, 1881. He was christened Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paulo Juan Nepomuceno Maria de los Remedios Crispin Crispiano Santisima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso.
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“…When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do...”
"…Good Artists Copy, Great Artists Steal…”
“…Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better…”
"...Your shadow at morning striding behind you, Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust..."
"...Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you..."
“…There is no Truth. There's only action, action obeying a million different impulses, ephemeral action, action subjected to every possible and imaginable contingency and contradiction, Life. Life is crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust,stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. What can you do about it, my poor friend?...”
“…Beauty will save the world..."