The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.
Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.
The joy of life consists in the inevitable, continual triumph of new values.
With cold eyes and indifferent mind the spectators regard the work. Connoissers admire the "skill" (as one admires a tightrope walker), enjoy the "quality of painting" (as one enjoys a pasty). But hungry souls go hungry away. The vulgar herd stroll through the rooms and pronounce the pictures "nice" or "splendid." Those who could speak have said nothing, those who could hear have heard nothing.
The force that propels the human spirit on the clear way forward and upward is the abstract spirit.
The spirit, like the body, can be strengthened and developed by frequent exercise. Just as the body, if neglected, grows weaker and finally impotent, so the spirit perishes if untended.
As a picture painted in yellow always radiates spiritual warmth, or as one in blue has apparently a cooling effect, so green is only boring.
I value those artists who embody the expression of their life.
The nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game, is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.
The eyes are hammers.
It is essential that the painter should develop not only his eyes, but also his soul, so that it too may be capable of weighing colors in balance.
In the hierarchy of colors, green represents the social middle class, self-satisfied, immovable, narrow.
The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with bass notes or dark lake with treble.
In general, therefore, color is a means of exerting a direct influence upon the soul. Color is the keyboard. The eye is the hammer. The soul is the piano with its many strings. The artist is the hand that purposefully sets the soul vibrating by means of this or that key.
Art is not vague production, transitory and isolated, but a power which must be directed to the improvement and refinement of the human soul.
Only just now awakening after years of materialism, our soul is still infected with the despair born of unbelief, of lack of purpose and aim.
The work of art is born of the artist in a mysterious and secret way. From him it gains life and being. Nor is its existence casual and inconsequent, but it has a definite and purposeful strength, alike in its material and spiritual life.
I really believe that I am the first and only artist to throw not just the 'subject' out of my paintings, but every 'object' as well.
Color cannot stand alone.
An empty canvas is a living wonder - far lovelier than certain pictures.
Almost without exception, blue refers to the domain of abstraction and immateriality.
The composition is the organized sum of the interior functions of every part of the work.
I applied streaks and blobs of colors onto the canvas with a palette knife, and I made them sing with all the intensity I could.
The word compositon moved me spiritually and I made it my aim in life to paint a composition. It affected me like a prayer and filled me with awe.
The sensations of colors on the palette can be spiritual experiences.
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