Each Brushstroke Is A Decision.

It Is The Medium, Or The Specific Configuration Of The Medium, That We Call A Work Of Art That Brings Feeling Into Being.

Wherever Art Appears, Life Disappears.

The 'pure' Red Of Which Certain Abstractionists Speak Does Not Exist. Any Red Is Rooted In Blood, Glass, Wine, Hunters' Caps And A Thousand Other Concrete Phenomena. Otherwise We Would Have No Feeling Toward Red And Its Relations.

Painting That Does Not Radiate Feeling Is Not Worth Looking At. The Deepest-and Rarest-of Grown-up Pleasures Is True Feeling.

A Main Part Of The Struggle Of Art Has Been To Make An Art That Is Direct, Simple, Humane, Unconnected With Powers That Be In Their Essence... To The Degree That It Is Connected With The Bourgeoisie Via The Marketplace And So On Is Not Necessarily An Artist's Problem.