The Artist Must Train Not Only His

In Every Painting A Whole Is Mysteriously Enclosed, A Whole Life Of Tortures, Doubts, Of Hours Of Enthusiasm And Inspiration.

An Empty Canvas, Apparently Really Empty, That Says Nothing And Is Without Significance – Almost Dull, In Fact – In Reality, Is Crammed With Thousands Of Undertone Tensions And Full Of Expectancy. Slightly Apprehensive Lest It Should Be Outraged.

The Spirit Is Often Concealed Within Matter To Such An Extent That Few People Are Generally Capable Of Perceiving It.

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.

In Place Of An Intensive Cooperation Among Artists, There Is A Battle For Goods. Hatred, Partisanship, Cliques, Jealousy, And Intrigues Are The Natural Consequences Of An Aimless, Materialist Art.