said, from a cool little book by Pierre Volboudt
said, from a cool little book by Pierre Volboudt"The creation of a work is like the creation of a world ... the reverbrating crash of different worlds which, within the battle and outside of it, are fated to create that new work which is called the work of art. Every work is born, technically, in the way the cosmos is born, out of the catastrophes and wailings of chaos, which in the end form symphonic harmonies."
Kandinsky c.1910.
"I could have seen a stone dissolve in the winds and evaporate, and I would not have been surprised."
[after reading Bohr]
"The squashed circles of the cupolas, whose curves meet together to make the sign of the cross in the sky, the tall pointed triangles of the church spires, these lived in his mind as long straight lines drawn onto the fabulous skyscape, suffused by washes of changing light that conjured up the whole gamut of pinks and lilacs, carmines and mauves, ochres and pistachio greens, the red of blood-stained walls weathered over time. And over it all the scarlet splash of the sun, impossibly sustained, until at last it dissolved into the violet of dusk, the violet in which Kandinsky's last drawing floats like a farewell to daylight, the end of an enchantment."
[on Moscow]
An open eye and an attentive ear transform the smallest sensations into profound experiences. Voices flood in from all sides and the world echoes with song. As with an explorer venturing into unknown lands, we make discoveries in our 'daily life', and our surroundings, ordinarily silent, begin to speak to us in an increasingly comprehensible tongue.
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