My first lesson in relativity: . We had a still life set-up to paint. Suddenly I saw that the pitcher was so big (his hands outside the shape of a pitcher, then close in) and the glass was so big. From that time on everything was all right. (
. White lines in movement symbolize a unifying idea which flows through the compartmented units of life bringing the consciousness of a larger relativity.
At a time when experimentation expresses itself in all forms of life, search becomes the only valid expression of the spirit
An artist must find his expression closely linked to his individual experience or else follow in the old grooves resulting in lifeless forms.
I am accused often of too much experimentation., but what else should I do when all other factors of man are in the same condition. I thrust forward into space as science and the rest do.
We have tried to fit man into abstraction, but he does not fit.
But there was escape, too, even in those days, for there was Whistler living in the grey mists with a faded orange moon. The nocturne transformed itself into dreamy rooms with Chopin's music creating a mood that softened the hard core of self.
. There has been 32 isms since the advent of cubism, yet after all there are essentially the same two old strings, the Romantic and the Classical. We've just be confused by the storm. Science and psychology have played a great part to say nothing of sex.
. It is Fall. The leaves are being raked under the great elms darkening in the evening light. Slowly they become weighted with darkness. Across the river they are burning the grass on the Minnesota bluffs. Myriads of colored streamers reflect in the river blow.
I have many ideas for lights. I will paint only lights at night.
I believe that painting should come through the avenues of meditation rather than the canals of action.
According to one critic, my works looked like scraped billboards. I went to look at the billboards and decided that more billboards should be scraped.
. Two men dressed in white jeans with white caps on their heads.. Climbing over a large sign of white letters. Of course, the words spell something, but that is unimportant. What is important is their white, and the white of the letters.
We all feel a separateness; we wish that a drop of water would soften our ego; the world needs a common conscience: agreement.. We must concentrate outside ourselves.
Reality must be expressed by a physical symbol.