Taste for things of the past evolves, doesn’t it? What was a masterpiece a hundred years ago is no longer so today.
ALBERTO GIACOMETTIFailure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.
More Alberto Giacometti Quotes
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What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.
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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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I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality… to protect myself.
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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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The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.
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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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The form is always the measure of the obsession.
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Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.
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Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.
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If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.
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If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.
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That’s the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.
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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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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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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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