Youth Is A Religion From Which One

Seldom Is A Gothic Head More Beautiful Than When Broken.

Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

Our Art Culture Makes No Attempt To Search The Past For Precedents, But Transforms The Entire Past Into A Sequence Of Provisional Responses To A Problem That Remains Intact.

Athirst For Personal Salvation, The West Forgets That Many Religions Had But A Vague Notion Of The Life Beyond The Grave; True, All Great Religions Stake A Claim On Eternity, But Not Necessarily On Man's Eternal Life.

The True Painter Strives To Paint What Can Only Be Seen Through His World.