Occupation: Painter Birth: December 18, 1879 Death: June 29, 1940
Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When….
Genius is the error in the system..
Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible..
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller..
The pictorial work was born of movement, is itself recorded movement, and is assimilated through movement (eye muscles)..
To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers..
Becoming is superior to being..
The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art..
It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest..
To achieve vital harmony in a picture it must be constructed out of parts in themselves incomplete, brought into harmony only at the last stroke..
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….
Light and the rational forms are locked in combat; light sets them into motion, bends what is straight, makes parallels oval, inscribes circles in th….
It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth..
The way to form transcends its own destination, goes beyond the end of the way itself..
First of all, the art of living; then as my ideal profession, poetry and philosophy, and as my real profession, plastic arts; in the last resort, for….
We document, explain, justify, construct, organize: these are good things, but we do not succeed in coming to the whole. But we may as well calm down….
Color and I are one. I am a painter..
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..
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..
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….