What do you think an artist is?

An imbecile who has only his eyes if he’s a painter, or ears if he’s a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he’s a poet, or even, if he’s a boxer… Just his muscles?

On the contrary, he’s at the same time a political being, constantly alive to the heart-rending, fiery, or happy events, to which he responds in every way.

How would it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and by virtue of an ivory indifference to detach yourself from the life which they copiously bring you?

No, painting is not done to decorate apartments.

It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.

-Pablo Picasso-