My happiness wears a sad face, sometimes so sad that
I almost mistake it for unhappiness.
‘Art has no right to exist if, content to reproduce reality, it uselessly duplicates it. Its mission is to conjure up imaginary worlds. That can be done only if the artist repudiates reality and by this act places himself above it. Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist.
– Ortega Y Gasset
[The Dehumanization of art; p.45]
‘It is a great handicap and a great necessity to start with the smallest. I want to be as though newborn; knowing nothing absolutely about Europe; ignoring poets and fashions, to be almost primitive. Then I want to do something very modest; to work out by myself a tiny, formal motif, one that my pencil will be able to hold without any technique. One favourable moment is enough. The little thing is easily and concisely set down. It’s already done ! It is a tiny but real affair, and some day, through the repetition of such small but original deeds, there will come one work upon which I can really build.’
– Paul Klee
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