Through A Painting, We Can See The

There Is In Reality No Such Thing As Modern Art. Art Is Carried On Up And Down In Immense Cycles Through Centuries And Civilizations.

The Art Of Pictorial Creation Is So Complicated - It Is So Astronomical In Its Possibilities Of Relation And Combination That It Would Take An Act Of Super-human Concentration To Explain The Final Realization.

Art Is Magic... But How Is It Magic? In Its Metaphysical Development? Or Does Some Final Transformation Culminate In A Magic Reality? In Truth, The Latter Is Impossible Without The Former. If Creation Is Not Magic, The Outcome Cannot Be Magic.

The Plastic Artist May Or May Not Be Concerned With Presenting A Superficial Appearance Of Reality, But He Is Always Concerned With The Presentation - If Not The Representation - Of The Plastic Values Of Reality.

When The Impulses Which Stir Us To Profound Emotion Are Integrated With The Medium Of Expression, Every Interview Of The Soul May Become Art. This Is Contingent Upon Mastery Of The Medium.