The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

Malevich, Lissitsky, Kandinsky, Tatlin, Pevsner, Rodchenko... all believed in the social role of art... Their works were like hinged doors, connecting activity with activity. Art with engineering; music with painting; poetry with design; fine art with propaganda; photographs with typography; diagrams with action; the studio with the street.

Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.

A man's presence suggests what he is capable of doing to you or for you. By contrast, a woman's presence... defines what can and cannot be done to her.

Protest and anger practically always derives from hope, and the shouting out against injustice is always in the hope of those injustices being somewhat corrected and a little more justice established.

We only see what we look at. To look is an act of choice.

To be naked is to be oneself. To be nude is to be seen naked by others and yet not recognised for oneself.