If Art relates itself to an Object, it becomes descriptive, divisionist, literary.

Seeing is in itself a movement.

Art in Nature is rhythmic and has a horror of constraint.

A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world.

This communication alone, by the comparison of the antagonisms, rivalries, movements which give birth to decisive moments, permits the evolution of the soul, whereby a man realizes himself on earth. It is impossible to be concerned with anything else in art.

Having been an English literary graduate, I've been trying to avoid the idea of doing art ever since.