For me, a form is never something abstract; it is always...a man...a bird...or something else. For me form is never for form's sake.
With each passing day I become more surrealist.
On his 80th birthday
You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life.
Lay bare the soul... painting and poetry are like love...an exchange of blood...a passionate embrace, without restraint, without defence. The picture is born...of an overflow of emotions and feelings...
Conversations with Georges Duthuit the French art critic 1936 -- Is this the title of a book or paper? Please provide publication details?
