There Is No Must In Art Because

The Impact Of The Acute Angle Of A Triangle On A Circle Produces An Effect No Less Powerful Than The Finger Of God Touching The Finger Of Adam In Michelangelo.

Every Phenomenon Can Be Experienced In Two Ways. These Two Ways Are Not Arbitrary, But Are Bound Up With The Phenomenon – Developing Out Of Its Nature And Characteristics : Externally – Or – Inwardly.

Everything That Is Dead Quivers. Not Only The Things Of Poetry, Stars, Moon, Wood, Flowers, But Even A White Trouser Button Glittering Out Of A Puddle In The Street... Everything Has A Secret Soul, Which Is Silent More Often Than It Speaks.

The Work Of Art Is Born Of The Artist In A Mysterious And Secret Way. From Him It Gains Life And Being. Nor Is Its Existence Casual And Inconsequent, But It Has A Definite And Purposeful Strength, Alike In Its Material And Spiritual Life.

Doubts Must Be Resolved Alone Within The Soul. Otherwise One Would Profane One's Own Powerful Solution.