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Fantasy Is A Product Of Thought, Imagination Of Sensibility. If The Thinking, Discursive Mind Turns To Speculation, The Result Isfantasy; If, However, The Sensitive, Intuitive Mind Turns To Speculation, The Result Is Imagination. Fantasy May Be Visionary, But It Is Cold And Logical. Imagination Is Sensuous And Instinctive. Both Have Form, But The Form Of Fantasy Is Analogous To Exposition, That Of Imagination To Narrative.

The Classicist, And The Naturalist Who Has Much In Common With Him, Refuse To See In The Highest Works Of Art Anything But The Exercise Of Judgement, Sensibility, And Skill. The Romanticist Cannot Be Satisfied With Such A Normal Standard; For Him Art Is Essentially Irrational - An Experience Beyond Normality, Sometimes Destructive Of Normality, And At The Very Least Evocative Of That State Of Wonder Which Is The State Of Mind Induced By The Immediately Inexplicable.

The Peculiarity Of Sculpture Is That It Creates A Three-dimensional Object In Space. Painting May Strive To Give On A Two-dimensional Plane, The Illusion Of Space, But It Is Space Itself As A Perceived Quantity That Becomes The Peculiar Concern Of The Sculptor. We May Say That For The Painter Space Is A Luxury; For The Sculptor It Is A Necessity.

Spontaneity Is Not Enough - Or, To Be More Exact, Spontaneity Is Not Possible Until There Is An Unconscious Coordination Of Form, Space And Vision.

If We Persist In Our Restless Desire To Know Everything About The Universe And Ourselves, Then We Must Not Be Afraid Of What The Artist Brings Back From His Voyage Of Discovery.