Landscape Is To American Painting

The World's Fair Audience Tended To Think Of The Machine As Unqualifiedly Good, Strong, Stupid And Obedient. They Thought Of It As A Giant Slave, An Untiring Steel Negro, Controlled By Reason In A World Of Infinite Resources.

Art Grows Out Of Modes Of Perception That Make You Feel And Think...that Hooks On To Something Deep-running In Our Natures.

It Was Van Gogh's Madness That Prevented Him From Working; The Paintings Themselves Are Ineffably Sane, If Sanity Is To Be Defined In Terms Of Exact Judgment Of Ends And Means And The Power Of Visual Analysis.

Everything That Would Be Said Against The Eixample's Heirs, From Le Corbusier's 'ville Radieuse' To Oscar Niemeyer's Brasilia, Was Already Said, With Far Less Justice, About The Eixample Itself. And All Its Critics Concurred That The Basic Mistake Was To Have Left The Planning Of A City In The Hands Of A Socialist.

Indeed, The Idea That Doubt Can Be Heroic, If It Is Locked Into A Structure As Grand As That Of The Paintings Of Cezanne's Old Age, Is One Of The Keys To Our Century. A Touchstone Of Modernity Itself.