Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of

Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of The Spirit, And The Only Means Of Making Concrete The Purpose Of Its Varied Quickness And Stillness.

(i Am) Dealing Not With The Particular Anecdote, But Rather With The Spirit Of Myth, Which Is Generic To All Myths At All Times.

This World Of The Imagination Is Fancy-free And Violently Opposed To Common Sense.

Small Pictures Since The Renaissance Are Like Novels; Large Pictures Are Like Dramas In Which One Participates In A Direct Way.

The Progression Of A Painter’s Work…will Be Toward Clarity; Toward The Elimination Of All Obstacles Between The Painter And The Idea, And Between The Idea And The Observer…to Achieve This Clarity Is, Inevitably, To Be Understood.