It Is The Mark Of Great Art

We All Agree Now - By 'we' I Mean Intelligent People Under Sixty - That A Work Of Art Is Like A Rose. A Rose Is Not Beautiful Because It Is Like Something Else. Neither Is A Work Of Art. Roses And Works Of Art Are Beautiful In Themselves.

The Forms Of Art Are Inexhaustible; But All Lead By The Same Road Of Aesthetic Emotion To The Same World Of Aesthetic Ecstasy.

All Sensitive People Agree That There Is A Peculiar Emotion Provoked By Works Of Art.

It Is Not By His Mixing And Choosing, But By The Shapes Of His Colors, And The Combination Of Those Shapes, That We Recognize The Colorist. Color Becomes Significant Only When It Becomes Form.

Detail Is The Heart Of Realism, And The Fatty Degeneration Of Art.