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In Its Most Limited Sense, Modern, Art Would Seem To Concern Itself Only With The Technical Innovations Of The Period.

One Of The Weaknesses Of Much Abstract Painting Is The Attempt To Substitute The Inventions Of The Intellect For A Pristine Imaginative Conception. The Inner Life Of A Human Being Is A Vast And Varied Realm And Does Not Concern Itself Alone With Stimulating Arrangements Of Color, Form And Design. The Term 'life' As Used In Art Is Something Not To Be Held In Contempt, For It Applies All Of Its Existence, And The Province Of Art Is To React To It And Not To Shun It. Painting Will Have To Deal More Fully And Less Obliquely With Life And Nature's Phenomena Before It Can Again Be Great.

I Trust Winsor And Newton And I Paint Directly Upon It.

There Will Be, I Think, An Attempt To Grasp Again The Surprise And Accidents Of Nature And A More Intimate And Sympathetic Study Of Its Moods, Together With A Renewed Wonder And Humility On The Part Of Such As Are Still Capable Of These Basic Reactions.

So Much Of Every Art Is An Expression Of The Subconscious That It Seems To Me Most Of All The Important Qualities Are Put There Unconsciously, And Little Of Importance By The Conscious Intellect. But These Are Things For The Psychologist To Untangle.