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

Depth, In A Pictorial, Plastic Sense, Is Not Created By The Arrangement Of Objects One After Another Toward A Vanishing Point, In The Sense Of The Renaissance Perspective, But On The Contrary (and In Absolute Denial Of This Doctrine) By The Creation Of Forces In The Sense Of Push And Pull . Nor Is Depth Created By Tonal Gradation (another Doctrine Of The Academician Which, At Its Culmination, Degraded The Use Of Color To A Mere Function Of Expressing Dark And Light).

I Can't Understand How Anyone Is Able To Paint Without Optimism.

It Isn't Necessary To Make Things Large To Make Them Monumental; A Head By Giacometti One Inch High Would Be Able To Vitalize This Whole Space.

The Impulse Of Nature, Fused Through The Personality Of The Artist By Laws Arising From The Particular Nature Of The Medium, Produces The Rhythm And The Personal Expression Of A Work. Then The Life Of The Composition Becomes A Spiritual Unity.