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Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

A Break In The Established Order Is Never The Work Of Chance. It Is The Outcome Of A Man's Resolve To Turn Life To Account.

Our Art Culture Makes No Attempt To Search The Past For Precedents, But Transforms The Entire Past Into A Sequence Of Provisional Responses To A Problem That Remains Intact.

In Ceasing To Subordinate Creative Power To Any Supreme Value, Modern Art Has Brought Home To Us The Presence Of That Creative Power Throughout The Whole History Of Art.

Always, However Brutal An Age May Actually Have Been, Its Style Transmits Its Music Only.