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All the art of the past rises up before me, the art of all ages and all civilizations, everything becomes simultaneous, as if space had replaced time. Memories of works of art blend with affective memories, with my work, with my whole life.

Alberto Giacometti

What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.
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Happiness Impossible Myself Work
Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won’t know what it is until I succeed in doing it.
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Artistic Children Creation Discover Myself Success
All the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces… So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest recess and charge every particle of matter with life.
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Care Fashion Life Oneself Past Pieces Work
Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.
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Honesty Prostitution Sex Woman
The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.
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Art Intensity Object Reality Reproduction
In a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.
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Animal Cat Choice Dangerous Myself Save
In every work of art the subject is primordial, whether the artist knows it or not. The measure of the formal qualities is only a sign of the measure of the artist’s obsession with his subject; the form is always in proportion to the obsession.
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Art Himself Measurement Obsession Subject Work
Taste for things of the past evolves, doesn’t it? What was a masterpiece a hundred years ago is no longer so today.
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Evolution Ourselves Past Pieces Taste
The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.
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Body Head Life Play Possible Skull
The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.
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Beautiful Day Different Myself Work
In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don’t think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.
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Fact Myself Past People Talk Thinking
I’ve tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!
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Color Course Elimination Intention Myself Paint Work
Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.
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Chair Copy Interest Myself Reality
I’ve been fifty thousand times to the Louvre. I have copied everything in drawing, trying to understand.
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Drawing Myself Time Understand
When you look at art made by other people, you see what you need to see in it.
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Art Need People See Yourself
If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?
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Color Myself Reproduction See
When I make my drawings… the path traced by my pencil on the sheet of paper is, to some extent, analogous to the gesture of a man groping his way in the darkness.
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Appearance Darkness Drawing Man Myself Path
When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.
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Confusion Distance Greatness Head Myself
I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality… to protect myself.
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Myself Paint Protection Reality Sculpture
The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and – instead of giving up – you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling – be it an illusion or not – that something new has opened up.
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Experience Failure Feeling Give Up Lost Moments Open Progress Success Yourself
If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.
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Drawing Master Possible Potential
I don’t know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don’t identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.
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Age Contradict Identify Myself Remain
The form is always the measure of the obsession.
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Form Measurement Obsession
The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unknown stairways.
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Escape Face Human Oneself Strange Unknown
Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to rediscover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me (often without my knowing it).
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Discover Image Known Myself Object Transformation
Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.
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Failure Friendship Myself Success Worst
I don’t know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can’t do what I want to do.
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Myself Reason Work

All the art of the past rises up before me, the art of all ages and all civilizations, everything becomes simultaneous, as if space had replaced time. Memories of works of art blend with affective memories, with my work, with my whole life.

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