One eye sees, the other feels.— Paul Klee
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Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
I have a clear view of 12 years of history of my inner self.
First the cramped self, that self with big blinkers, then the disappearance of the blinkers and the self, now gradually the reemergence of a self without blinkers.
Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see.
The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.
Children also have artistic ability, and there is wisdom in there having it! The more helpless they are, the more instructive are the examples they furnish us; and they must be preserved free of corruption from an early age.
It is possible that a picture will move far away from Nature and yet find its way back to reality. The faculty of memory, experience at a distance produces pictorial associations.
Becoming is superior to being.
Like people, a picture has a skeleton, muscles and skin.
Everything passes, and what remains of former times, what remains of life, is the spiritual. In everything we do, the claim of the Absolute is unchanging.
All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void.
Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.
The pictorial work was born of movement, is itself recorded movement, and is assimilated through movement (eye muscles).
First of all, the art of living; then as my ideal profession, poetry and philosophy, and as my real profession, plastic arts; in the last resort, for lack of income, illustrations.
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.
The creation of a work of art must of necessity, as a result of entering into the specific dimensions of pictorial art, be accompanied by distortion of the natural form. For, therein is nature reborn.
He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark.
Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
The more horrifying this world becomes, the more art becomes abstract.
Chosen are those artists who penetrate to the region of that secret place where primeval power nurtures all evolution. There, where the powerhouse of all time and space call it brain or heart of creation activates every function, who is the artist who would not dwell there?
The Biblical story of the creation is an excellent parable of movement.
The work of art, too, is above all a process of creation, it is never experienced as a mere product.
My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere.
It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.
I want to be as though new-born, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing.
Then I want to do something modest; to work out by myself a tiny, formal motive, one that my pencil will be able to hold without technique.
Genius is the error in the system.
Nature can afford to be prodigal in everything, the artist must be frugal down to the last detail. Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
Color has taken possession of me; no longer do I have to chase after it. I know that it has hold of me forever... Color and I are one. I am a painter.
The way to form transcends its own destination, goes beyond the end of the way itself.
Satire must not be a kind of superfluous ill will, but ill will from a higher point of view. Ridiculous man, divine God. Or else, hatred against the bogged-down vileness of average man as against the possible heights that humanity might attain.
For the understanding of a picture a chair is needed.
Why a chair? To prevent the legs, as they tire, from interfering with the mind
A tendency toward the abstract is inherent in linear expression: graphic imagery being confined to outlines has a fairy-like quality and at the same time can achieve great precision.
It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.
Every artist would like to live in the central organ of creation.
.. Not all are destined to get there... but our beating hearts drive us deep down, right into the pit of creation.
Light and the rational forms are locked in combat;
light sets them into motion, bends what is straight, makes parallels oval, inscribes circles in the intervals, makes the intervals active.
The beautiful, which is perhaps inseparable from art, is not after all tied to the subject, but to the pictorial representation. In this way and in no other does art overcome the ugly without avoiding it.
To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.
...A long struggle lies in store for me in this field of color.
Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk.
The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.
Polyphonic painting is superior to music in that there, the time element becomes a spatial element. The notion of simultaneity stands out even more richly.
It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.
The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art.
Each energy calls for its complementary energy to achieve self-contained stability based on the play of energies.
Gradually compositions make an appearance again.
Political - satirical - conceits expressed in one figure or a few.
One does not lash hat lies at a distance.
The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.
Spatial art does not begin with a poetic mood or idea, but with construction of one or more figures, with the harmonizing of several colors and tones, or with the devaluation of spatial relationships and so on.
Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible.
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.