By suprematism I mean the supremacy of pure feeling in creative art.

I ripped through the blue shade of the constraints of color.

Painters were also attorneys, happy storytellers of anecdote, psychologists, botanists, zoologists, archaeologists, engineers, but there were no creative painters.

Color is the essence of painting, which the subject always killed.

When, in the year 1913, in my desperate attempt to free art from the ballast of objectivity, I took refuge in the square form and exhibited a picture which consisted of nothing more than a black square on a white field, the critics and, along with them, the public sighed: 'Everything which we loved is lost. We are in a desert .... Before us is nothing but a black square on a white background!'

The square = feeling, the white field = the void beyond this feeling.

In art there is a need for truth, not sincerity.