It Is True That Every Artist Has

For A Hundred Years, Modern Painters, Stubbornly And In The Face Of Incessant Hostility, Have Moved, Step By Step, Leaving Superb Monuments By The Wayside, Towards An Art Of Arrangement Whose Expressiveness Depends Less And Less Upon Its Elements Imitating The Objects Of The External World.

Abstract Expressionism Was The First American Art That Was Filled With Anger As Well As Beauty.

If One Were To Ask A Painter What He Felt About Anything, His Just Response - Though He Seldom Makes It - Would Be To Paint It, And In Painting, To Find Out.

Wherever Art Appears, Life Disappears.

The Problems Of Inventing A New Language Are Staggering. But What Else Can One Do If One Needs To Express One's Feeling Precisely?