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The form is always the measure of the obsession.

Alberto Giacometti

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
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 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
Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.
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Honesty Prostitution Sex Woman
At first, one sees the person who is modelling; but little by little, all of the possible sculptures that could be made come between artist and model.
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Artist Modeling Myself Person Possible Sculpture
The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.
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Alone Finding Growth Myself Old
All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.
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Equality Failure Image Myself Success Willing
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
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
When one lives with problems of importance, the prostitute is ideal. You pay, and whether or not you fail is of no importance. She doesn’t care.
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Care Failure Importance Live Problem Prostitution Yourself
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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Art Civilization Life Memories Myself Past Replacement Rise Space 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
I see something, find it marvelous, want to try and do it. Whether it fails or whether it comes off in the end becomes secondary. So long as I’ve learned something about why.
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End Failure Learning Myself See Try
The one thing that fills me with enthusiasm is to try, despite everything, to get nearer to those visions that seem so hard to express.
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Enthusiasm Expression Hard Oneself Vision
In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.
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Animal Building Burning Choice Myself Save
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

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