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Taste for things of the past evolves, doesn’t it? What was a masterpiece a hundred years ago is no longer so today.

Alberto Giacometti

Art is the residue of vision.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTI

Art One Liner Residue Vision
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
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
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
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
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
That’s the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.
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Impossible Oneself Picture Terrible Work
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
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
Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.
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Honesty Prostitution Sex Woman
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 older I grow, the more I find myself alone.
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Alone Finding Growth Myself Old
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
In a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.
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Animal Cat Choice Dangerous Myself Save
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
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

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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