If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIIf only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIWhat I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIThe object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIIt was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIThe form is always the measure of the obsession.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIAll 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.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIWhen you look at art made by other people, you see what you need to see in it.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIThe 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.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIIn 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.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIThat’s the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIAt 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.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIThe 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.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIWhen I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIWhen 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.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIIn a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIIn a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.
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