In art, one does not aim for simplicity; one achieves it unintentionally as one gets closer to the real meaning of things.
When we are no longer children we are already dead.
Create like a god, command like a king, work like a slave.
To see far is one thing, going there is another.
Things are not difficult to make; what is difficult is putting ourselves in the state of mind to make them.
Simplicity is complexity resolved.
The function of art is to make that understood which in the form of argument would be incomprehensible.
Nothing grows well in the shade of a big tree.
When you see a fish you don’t think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water... If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.
Why talk about sculpture when I can photograph it?
I ground matter to find the continuous line. And when I realized I could not find it, I stopped, as if an unseen someone had slapped my hands.
Simplicity is not an objective in art, but one achieves simplicity despite one’s self by entering into the real sense of things.
The work of art expresses precisely those things which do not die. It must do so, however, in a form that bears witness to the artist’s own era.
Whoever does not detach himself from the ego never attains the Absolute and never deciphers life.