Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

There Are Chemists Who Spend Their Whole Lives Trying To Find Out What's In A Lump Of Sugar. I Want To Know One Thing. What Is Color?

My Friends Back In Barcelona Called Me By That Name (picasso). It Was Stranger, More Resonant, Than "ruiz." And Those Are Probably The Reasons I Adopted It. Do You Know What Appealed To Me About That Name? Well, It Was Undoubtedly The Double S, Which Is Fairly Unusual In Spain.

In One Way Or Another, I Always Marked My Pictures. But There Were Times When I Put My Signature On The Back Of The Canvas. All My Works From The Cubist Period, Until About 1914, Have My Name And The Date On The Back Side Of The Stretcher. I Know Someone Spread The Story That In Céret, Braque And I Decided Not To Sign Our Pictures Anymore. But That's Just A Legend!

It Took Me A Lifetime.

If Everybody Is Looking For It, Then Nobody Is Finding It. If We Were Cultured, We Would Not Be Conscious Of Lacking Culture. We Would Regard It As Something Natural And Would Not Make So Much Fuss About It. And If We Knew The Real Value Of This Word We Would Be Cultured Enough Not To Give It So Much Importance.