What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.
Seringkali saat membaca buku seseorang merasa bahwa penulisnya lebih suka melukis daripada menulis; seseorang dapat merasakan kesenangan yang didapatnya dari menggambarkan suatu pemandangan atau seseorang, seolah-olah dia sedang melukis apa yang dia katakan, karena jauh di lubuk hatinya dia lebih suka menggunakan kuas dan warna.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
When I was a child, my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk, you'll end up as the Pope.' Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.
The more technique you have, the less you have to worry about it. The more technique there is, the less there is.