Writing of a diary for an imaginary artist
Being here is wonderful
Museum: kind of hobby of Sunday thinkers
Place where heaven nature art and people meet.
Painting, in my view, should be an ongoing process of exploration
what exists in art
Freedom borders on gaos. The art takes place in between.
I am drawn to the details of life, to what has been experienced; the mystery of signs and symbols which have come down to us from the past.
My development leads to the ‘south’ (color).
Painting is about more than finding that perfect color, or even just exploring the effect of color it is about presenting and challenging single interpretations of both my artwork, and of myself. It is about transformation through reimagination, through reiteration.
Pleasure win or lose
Women have no name. They have a first name. Their name is temporarily borrowed from them, a cursory indication, their duckling fly. They find other fixed points. Their confirmation in the world, their ‘being there’, their creation, their signature is determined by it. they invent themselves in a man’s world, conquer a place there.
Nature knows nothing from what we call landscape. I believe I live very intensely in the present
If you consider that an image’s representation is due to artistic choices ranging from nuanced decisions, like the difference between shades of color, to significant decisions, such as the chosen medium or the subjects being depicted, then it becomes apparent how low the odds of creating a successful image are without considerable experimentation first.
The work is the only witness of an artist, everything else is secondary. “What does this look like?
“Art is not about beauty, art is an expression.”
Not because of the exhibition that might be attached to it afterwards.
“Art is not about beauty, art is an expression.”
Not because of the exhibition that might be attached to it afterwards.
“Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement: for transfiguration, not for the sake of play. It is the quest of our self that drives us along the eternal and never- ending journey we must all make.”
― Max Beckmann Swans in the night
limitedness
Fire clay paper
Fire clay paper
Iron
“Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.”
― Hermann Bahr
Quote of Vincent van Gogh (1888), in a letter to his sister Willemien, referring to his famous painting ‘The Night Café’ (Arles, 9/14 September 1888)
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
I am Myself and I hope to become more and more Myself
The artist is the only one who detaches himself from life, opposes his personality against it, he is the only one who orders things as he wishes them to be in place of things as they are. Thus for him life is not a fait accompli, it is something to remake, to do again. He takes possession of his gifts in order to continue, to change, He makes his choice, it is he who creates the conceptions of beautiful and ugly, those are the things to preserve, the things to change. At the seat of the things that it is necessary to change he puts his desires, his aspirations, in one word, his personality.
Encounters sign us. We become a guestbook. We learn to speak words that our loved ones give us.
great to paint, and serious
great to paint, and serious
Art is observation and consciousness.
Art is an eternal source – life, and an unlimited expression, the individual.
Impression is made once, for then it is no longer, neither life nor the individual...
Understand that you are here. I understand. Like a blind person grasping a thing. that’s how I feel your destiny and don’t know a name for it.
I am trying to heighten my feeling for the organic rhythm in all things, trying to establish a pantheistic contact with the tremor and flow of blood in nature, in animals, in the air – trying to make it all into a picture, with new movements and with colours that reduce our old easel paintings to absurdity.
The new lily blossomed clean and petite ...
The impression of the color of the object, its form, and of its combined color and form, i.e., of the object itself.
that the choice of object must be decided only by a corresponding vibration in the human soul...
I have such a passion for painting! I am continually working at form. In actual drawing and in my head, and during my sleep. Sometimes I think I shall go mad, this painful, sensual pleasures tires and torments me so much. Everything else vanishes, time and space.
Curbing a covenant with art and sorrow.
As an artist I must conform to my nature. My nature has a lyrical as well as a dramatic disposition. Not one day is the same. One day I feel wonderful to work and I feel an expression, which shows in the work. Only with a very clear mind on a clear day I can paint without interruptions and without food because my disposition is like that. My work should reflect my moods and the greatest enjoyment I had when I did the work... Quote of Hans Hofmann (1950), in ‘Artists’ Session at Studio 35ʹ; as quoted in Abstract Expressionism Creators and Critics, edited by Clifford Ross, Abrams Publishers New York 1990, p. 225
you are so good and sincere ... you are so good and sincere ... When I say it a third time it is irrevocable.
I don’t just paint flowers
If we look at the Expressionism exasperate the expressiveness of the image almost want to tell us not to accept this limit, creating “a scream” as if they say it can not be all here.
