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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.

Alberto Giacometti

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
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
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 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 older I grow, the more I find myself alone.
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Alone Finding Growth Myself Old
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
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
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
Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.
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Failure Friendship Myself Success Worst
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
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
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
The form is always the measure of the obsession.
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Form Measurement Obsession
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
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
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 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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