Painting is a great mystery. No one has ever learned quite how to paint. No one has ever learned quite how to see.
Sometimes we do grip the concert in a human head, and so hold it that in a way we get a record of it into paint. But the vision and expressing of one day will not do for the next.
Today must not be a souvenir of yesterday, and so the struggle is everlasting. Who am I today? What do I see today? How shall I use what I know, and how shall I avoid being victim of what I know? Life is not repetition.
Sometimes we do grip the concert in a human head, and so hold it that in a way we get a record of it into paint. But the vision and expressing of one day will not do for the next.
Today must not be a souvenir of yesterday, and so the struggle is everlasting. Who am I today? What do I see today? How shall I use what I know, and how shall I avoid being victim of what I know? Life is not repetition.
The Art Spirit
Robert Henri, 1923
Robert Henri, 1923
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