Art Is Much Less Important

The 'pure' Red Of Which Certain Abstractionists Speak Does Not Exist. Any Red Is Rooted In Blood, Glass, Wine, Hunters' Caps And A Thousand Other Concrete Phenomena. Otherwise We Would Have No Feeling Toward Red And Its Relations.

If One Were To Ask A Painter What He Felt About Anything, His Just Response - Though He Seldom Makes It - Would Be To Paint It, And In Painting, To Find Out.

Nothing As Drastic An Innovation As Abstract Art Could Have Come In To Existence, Save As The Consequence Of A Most Profound, Relentless, Unquenchable Need. The Need Is For Felt Experience - Intense, Immediate, Direct, Subtle, Unified, Warm, Vivid, Rhythmic.

An Odd Contradiction, If The Layman Were Correct In His Unconscious Assumption That An Artist Begins With Reality And Ends With Art: The Converse Is True - To The Degree That This Dichotomy Has Any Truth - The Artist Begins With Art, And Through It Arrives At Reality.

It's Possible To Paint A Monumental Picture That's Only 10 Inches Wide, If One Has A Sense Of Scale, Which Is Very Different From A Sense Of Size.