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

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

To the Suprematist the visual phenomena of the objective world are, in themselves, meaningless; the significant thing is feeling, as such, quite apart from the environment in which it is called forth.

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

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

The square is not a subconscious form. It is the creation of intuitive reason. The face of the new art. The square is a living, regal infant. The first step of pure creation in art.

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