
Max Beckmann's opinion on this issue you find in: 'Quotes About Franz Marc', below
Source: 1915 - 1916, 100 Aphorisms', Franz Marc (1915), p. 445-446
Source: The Obstacle Race (1979), Chapter V: Dimension (p. 105)
Max Beckmann's opinion on this issue you find in: 'Quotes About Franz Marc', below
Source: 1915 - 1916, 100 Aphorisms', Franz Marc (1915), p. 445-446
Louise Bourgeois, Donald Burton Kuspit (1988). Bourgeois. p. 76: On the art world
Joseph Kosuth in: Arthur R. Rose, “Four Interviews,” Arts Magazine (February, 1969).
कला र जीवन (Art and Life)
Art and Life
Context: The uprising of Art happens from the talents of the eternal conscience of man. The beasts don't have Art, neither do plants! But man, full of spiritual nature who can remember and know the information of World Artist, has been endowed with a energy to imitate a little of divine working.
If only I knew!
1950's, On Being a Graphic Artist', 1953
It all takes place at the level of our old friend luck.
Quote from Duchamp's letter to Jean Crotti (Duchamp's brother-in-law) and his sister Suzanne Duchamp, New York 17 Augustus 1952; as cited in The Duchamp Book, ed. Gavin Parkinson, Tate Publishing, London 2008 p. 167
1951 - 1968
February 1954 The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38
Diary entries (1914 - 1974)
Context: The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world. Then he hopes to attract others into it. He hopes to impose his particular vision and share it with others. And when the second stage is not reached, the brave artist continues nevertheless. The few moments of communion with the world are worth the pain, for it is a world for others, an inheritance for others, a gift to others, in the end. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
RODIN, AUGUSTE. L'Art. Entretiens réunis par Paul Gsell, 1911
“In every work of art, the artist himself is present.”