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

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

A face painted in a picture gives a pitiful parody of life. . . but a painted surface lives.

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!'

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

I have broken the blue boundary of color limits, come out into the white; beside me comrade-pilots swim in this infinity.

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