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For A Hundred Years, Modern Painters, Stubbornly And In The Face Of Incessant Hostility, Have Moved, Step By Step, Leaving Superb Monuments By The Wayside, Towards An Art Of Arrangement Whose Expressiveness Depends Less And Less Upon Its Elements Imitating The Objects Of The External World.

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.

For Me, The Sketchbooks Are More Like A Secret And Wholly Spontaneous Jeu D'esprit And Some Of Them I Like As Much As Anything I Have Ever Done. They Are Invariably Without Premeditation. I Mean Not Only That I Have No Plan When I Make Them, I Also Have No Plan To Make Them.

The Main Thing Is Not To Be Dead.

By Far The Most Common Task For Which The Machines Are Used Is Writing - Or Word Processing, As It's Known To The Same People Who Call Journalism 'content.