All Publicity Works Upon Anxiety.

The Camera Relieves Us Of The Burden Of Memory.

The Extreme Proposition On Which Giacometti Based All His Mature Work Was That No Reality... Could Ever Be Shared. This Is Why He Believed It Impossible For A Work To Be Finished. This Is Why The Content Of Any Work Is Not The Nature Of The Figure Or Head Portrayed But The Incomplete History Of Him Staring At It.

We Live In A Dominant Culture Of Ceaseless Departure And Progress That Has So Far Lasted Two Or Three Centuries.

It Is Comparatively Easy To Achieve A Certain Unity In A Picture By Allowing One Colour To Dominate, Or By Muting All The Colours. Matisse Did Neither. He Clashed His Colours Together Like Cymbals And The Effect Was Like A Lullaby.

I Can't Tell You What Art Does And How It Does It, But I Know That Often Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded Revenge To The Innocent And Shown To The Future What The Past Suffered, So That It Has Never Been Forgotten. Art, When It Functions Like This, Becomes A Meeting-place Of The Invisible, The Irreducible, The Enduring, Guts, And Honor.