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It is not size or age that separates children from adults. It is responsibility.
The subject itself is of no account; what matters is the way it is presented.
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
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-- M C Escher, (Jun 17...
At first I had no idea at all of the possibility of systematically building up my figures. I did not know ... this was...
He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.
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-- M C Escher,...
My work is a game -- a very serious game.
Source: In
I have often felt closer to people who work scientifically (though I certainly do not do so myself) than to my fellow...
At 16 I was stupid, confused, . . . and indecisive. At 21 I was wise, self-confident, . . . and assertive. At 45 I'm...
My eyes were made to erase all that is ugly.
Source: In Artists in Quotation, by...
The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external...
When I feel a little confused . . . the only thing to do is to turn back to the study of nature before launching once...
What I wish to show when I paint is the way I see things with my eyes and in my heart.
I don't follow any system. All the laws you can lay down are only so many props to be cast aside when the hour of...
I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.
The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests me more than what he makes, because I've noticed...
I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.
Source: In The World of Marcel...
The chess pieces are the block alphabet which shapes thoughts; and these thoughts, although making a visual design on...
The State has but one face for me: that of the police. To my eyes, all of the State's ministries have this single...
Art does not lie down on the bed that is made for it; it runs away as soon as one says its name; it loves to be...
Culture is smitten with counting and measuring; it feels out of place and uncomfortable with the innumerable; its...