A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.
Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.
Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.
Art's development should be dialectical and not metaphysical.
Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.
An emotion is suggested and demolished in one glance by certain words.