Colors, Like Features, Follow The

It's Insane How Many Roman Coins Are Being Found! It's As If All Romans Had Holes In Their Pockets. They Sowed Coins Wherever They Went. Even In The Fields. Maybe To Grow Money . . .

It Would Be Very Curious To Record By Means Of Photographs, Not The Stage Of The Picture, But Its Metamorphoses. Perhaps One Would Perceive The Path Taken By The Mind In Order To Put Its Dreams Into A Concrete Form. But What Is Really Very Curious Is To Observe That Fundamentally The Picture Does Not Change, That Despite Appearances The Initial Vision Remains Almost Intact.

The Academic Teaching On Beauty Is False. We Have Been Misled, But So Completely Misled That We Can No Longer Find So Much As A Shadow Of A Truth Again. The Beauties Of The Parthenon, The Venuses, The Nymphs, The Narcisusses, Are So May Lies. Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty, But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Independently Of That Canon.

Have You Noticed That Bones Are Always Modeled And Not Carved, That You Always Have The Impression They Come From A Mold, That They Were First Modeled In Clay? Any Bone You Look At, You Always Find Fingerprints On It.

Museums Are Just A Lot Of Lies, And The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters. We Have Infected The Pictures In Museums With All Our Stupidities, All Our Mistakes, All Our Poverty Of Spirit. We Have Turned Them Into Petty And Ridiculous Things.