Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great traditions, only it is full of life.
When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.
I don't want to work. I want to smoke.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. Guillaume Apollin
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!
Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
The new painters do not propose, any more than did their predecessors, to be geometers. But it may be said that geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. Today, scholars no longer limit themselves to the three dimensions of Euclid. The painters have been lead quite na
Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.
I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. Guillaume Apollinair
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. Guillaume Apollinair
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Joy came always after pain.
People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.
Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman. Guillaume Apollinair
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the fu
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere. Guillaume Apollinair
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew.
Color is the fruit of life.