I paint the way I do because I can keep on putting more and more things in - like drama, pain, anger, love, a figure, a horse, my ideas of space. It doesn't matter if it differs from mine, as long as it comes from the painting, which has its own integrity and intensity.
Spiritually I am wherever my spirit allows me to be, and that is not necessarily in the future... Art never seems to make me peaceful or pure.
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What this quote means
The quote expresses the complex relationship between spirituality and art, suggesting that art does not always provide the peace or clarity one seeks.
Willem De Kooning's quote reflects on the fluidity of spiritual existence and the inherent struggles within the artistic process. He acknowledges that while his spirit can transcend temporal boundaries, the act of creating art may not lead to the tranquility or purity often anticipated. This hints at the dissonance artists experience, where the pursuit of art can be fraught with internal conflict rather than the serene resolution they might hope for.
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Example use cases
In an art class discussing the emotional struggles behind creative expression.
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