The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
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