Generally Speaking, Color Directly Influences The Soul.

Painting Took On A Fabulous Strength And Splendor; The Object Was Discredited As An Indispensable Element Of The Picture.

Abstract Art Places A New World, Which On The Surface Has Nothing To Do With 'reality,' Next To The 'real' World.

The Artist Is Not A 'sunday Child' For Whom Everything Immediately Succeeds. He Does Not Have The Right To Live Without Duty. The Task That Is Assigned To Him Is Painful, It Is A Heavy Cross For Him To Bear.

There Is, However, In Art Another Kind Of External Similarity Which Is Founded On A Fundamental Truth. When There Is A Similarity Of Inner Tendency In The Whole Moral And Spiritual Atmosphere, A Similarity Of Ideals, At First Closely Pursued But Later Lost To Sight, A Similarity In The Inner Feeling Of Any One Period To That Of Another, The Logical Result Will Be A Revival Of The External Forms Which Served To Express Those Inner Feelings In An Earlier Age.

With Cold Eyes And Indifferent Mind The Spectators Regard The Work. Connoissers Admire The "skill" (as One Admires A Tightrope Walker), Enjoy The "quality Of Painting" (as One Enjoys A Pasty). But Hungry Souls Go Hungry Away. The Vulgar Herd Stroll Through The Rooms And Pronounce The Pictures "nice" Or "splendid." Those Who Could Speak Have Said Nothing, Those Who Could Hear Have Heard Nothing.