There Is No Must In Art Because

The Deeper The Blue Becomes, The More Strongly It Calls Man Towards The Infinite, Awakening In Him A Desire For The Pure And, Finally, For The Supernatural The Brighter It Becomes, The More It Loses Its Sound, Until It Turns Into Silent Stillness And Becomes White.

The Word Compositon Moved Me Spiritually And I Made It My Aim In Life To Paint A Composition. It Affected Me Like A Prayer And Filled Me With Awe.

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.

With Cold Eyes And Indifferent Mind The Spectators Regard The Work. Connoissers Admire The "skill" (as One Admires A Tightrope Walker), Enjoy The "quality Of Painting" (as One Enjoys A Pasty). But Hungry Souls Go Hungry Away. The Vulgar Herd Stroll Through The Rooms And Pronounce The Pictures "nice" Or "splendid." Those Who Could Speak Have Said Nothing, Those Who Could Hear Have Heard Nothing.

There Is No Must In Art Because Art Is Free.