He neither serves nor rules, he transmits. His position is humble and the beauty at the crown is not his own. He is merely a channel..

Make chance essential..

From the root, the sap rises up into the artist, flows through him, flows to his eye. Overwhelmed and activated by the force of the current, he conve….

When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed..

Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself, and if the time ever comes for that work, then so much the better!.

Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When….

Sometimes I dream of a work of really great breadth, ranging through the whole region of object, meaning, and style. This, I fear, will remain a drea….

The beautiful, which is perhaps inseparable from art, is not after all tied to the subject, but to the pictorial representation. In this way and in n….

All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist..

My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere rem….

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I a….

The creation lives as genesis beneath the visible surface of the work. All intelligent people see this after the fact, but only the creative see it b….

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of….

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour..

All is well with me. The rain doesn't reach me, my room is well heated, what more can one ask for? There's no shortage of work, either..

See with one eye, feel with the other..

Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beau….

It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest..

Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible..

It is possible that a picture will move far away from Nature and yet find its way back to reality. The faculty of memory, experience at a distance pr….

The more horrible this world (as today, for instance), the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the here and now..