Freud Has Shown One Thing Very Clearly:

The Classicist, And The Naturalist Who Has Much In Common With Him, Refuse To See In The Highest Works Of Art Anything But The Exercise Of Judgement, Sensibility, And Skill. The Romanticist Cannot Be Satisfied With Such A Normal Standard; For Him Art Is Essentially Irrational - An Experience Beyond Normality, Sometimes Destructive Of Normality, And At The Very Least Evocative Of That State Of Wonder Which Is The State Of Mind Induced By The Immediately Inexplicable.

The Peculiarity Of Sculpture Is That It Creates A Three-dimensional Object In Space. Painting May Strive To Give On A Two-dimensional Plane, The Illusion Of Space, But It Is Space Itself As A Perceived Quantity That Becomes The Peculiar Concern Of The Sculptor. We May Say That For The Painter Space Is A Luxury; For The Sculptor It Is A Necessity.

The Modern Artist, By Nature And Destiny, Is Always An Individualist.

Simplicity Is Not A Goal, But One Arrives At Simplicity In Spite Of Oneself, As One Approaches The Real Meaning Of Things.

Art Is Not And Never Has Been Subordinate To Moral Values. Moral Values Are Social Values; Aesthetic Values Are Human Values. Morality Seeks To Restrain The Feelings; Art Seeks To Define Them By Externalizing Them, By Giving Them Significant Form. Morality Has Only One Aim - The Ideal Good; Art Has Quite Another Aim - The Objective Truth... Art Never Changes.