The time has passed for our sensations in painting to be whispered. We wish them in the future to sing and re-echo upon our canvasses in deafening and triumphant flourishes.
All art critics are useless or harmful. - Umberto Boccioni
All art critics are useless or harmful.
- Umberto Boccioni
There is neither painting, nor sculpture, nor music, nor poetry. The only truth is creation. - Umberto Boccioni
There is neither painting, nor sculpture, nor music, nor poetry. The only truth is creation.
Art is viable when it finds elements in the surrounding environment. Our ancestors drew their subject matter from the religious attitudes which weigh… - Umberto Boccioni
Art is viable when it finds elements in the surrounding environment. Our ancestors drew their subject matter from the religious attitudes which weigh…
To the Young Artists of Italy! The cry of rebellion that we launch, linking our ideals with those of the Futurist poets, does not originate in an aes… - Umberto Boccioni
To the Young Artists of Italy! The cry of rebellion that we launch, linking our ideals with those of the Futurist poets, does not originate in an aes…
The time has passed for our sensations in painting to be whispered. We wish them in the future to sing and re-echo upon our canvasses in deafening an… - Umberto Boccioni
The time has passed for our sensations in painting to be whispered. We wish them in the future to sing and re-echo upon our canvasses in deafening an…
While the impressionists make a table to give one particular moment and subordinate the life of the table to its resemblance to this moment, we synth… - Umberto Boccioni
While the impressionists make a table to give one particular moment and subordinate the life of the table to its resemblance to this moment, we synth…
These days I am obsessed by sculpture! I believe I have glimpsed a complete renovation of that mummified art. - Umberto Boccioni
These days I am obsessed by sculpture! I believe I have glimpsed a complete renovation of that mummified art.
Our bodies penetrate the sofas upon which we sit and the sofas penetrate our bodies. The motorbus rushes into the houses which it passes, and in thei… - Umberto Boccioni
Our bodies penetrate the sofas upon which we sit and the sofas penetrate our bodies. The motorbus rushes into the houses which it passes, and in thei…
A portrait, to be a work of art, neither must nor may resemble the sitter... one must paint its atmosphere. - Umberto Boccioni
A portrait, to be a work of art, neither must nor may resemble the sitter... one must paint its atmosphere.
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