Monday, November 29, 2010
My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.
My love of fine art increased - the more of it I saw, the more of it I wanted to see.
My mother said to me, "If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope." Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.
My painting does not come from the easel.
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