As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
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The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
The art and science of asking questions is the source of all knowledge.
The art and science of asking questions is the source of all knowledge.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.
You've gotta be original, because if you're like someone else, what do they need you for?
You've gotta be original, because if you're like someone else, what do they need you for?
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of read more
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.
Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.
