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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

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
The form is always the measure of the obsession.
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Form Measurement Obsession
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
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
In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.
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Animal Building Burning Choice Myself Save
Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.
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Honesty Prostitution Sex Woman
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
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
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
I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality… to protect myself.
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Myself Paint Protection Reality Sculpture
If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.
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Drawing Master Possible Potential
Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.
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Failure Friendship Myself Success Worst
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
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
It is impossible to do a thing the way I see it because the closer I get the more differently I see.
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Close Different Impossible Myself See

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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