Art Has Nothing To Do

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

A Series Of Powers Are At Work Within The Great Stream Of Expressionism Who Have No Outward Similarity To One Another But A Common Direction Of Thrust, Namely The Intention To Give Expression To Things Of The Psyche [seelisches] Through Form Alone.

The Role Of The Painter . . . Is To Project That Which Sees Itself In Him.

All Good Ideas Arrive By Chance.

Collage Is The Noble Conquest Of The Irrational, The Coupling Of Two Realities, Irreconcilable In Appearance, Upon A Plane Which Apparently Does Not Suit Them.