Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.
Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.
A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.
Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.
One eye sees, the other feels.
Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view.
All the things an artist must be: poet, explorer of nature, philosopher!
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 conveys his vision into his work. And yet, standing at his appointed place as the trunk of the tree, he does nothing other than gather and pass on what rises from the depths. He neither serves nor commands he transmits. His position is humble. And the beauty at the crown is not his own; it has merely passed through him.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
Becoming is superior to being.
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 am a painter.
I paint in order not to cry.
Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.
All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.
There is no substitute for intuition.
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.
Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.
It is interesting to observe how real the object remains, in spite of all abstractions.
Like people, a picture has a skeleton, muscles and skin.
The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.
Drawing is the art of taking a line for a walk.
The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
One day I will lie nowhere with an angel at my side.
My self . . . is a dramatic ensemble. Here a prophetic ancestor makes his appearance. Here a brutal hero shouts. Here an alcoholic bon vivant argues with a learned professor. Here a lyric muse, chronically love-struck, raises her eyes to heaven. Her papa steps forward, uttering pedantic protests. Here the indulgent uncle intercedes. Here the aunt babbles gossip. Here the maid giggles lasciviously. And I look upon it all with amazement, the sharpened pen in my left hand.
In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.
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