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What Could Be More Interesting, Or In The End, More Ecstatic, Than In Those Rare Moments When You See Another Person Look At Something You've Made, And Realize That They Got It Exactly, That Your Heart Jumped To Their Heart With Nothing In Between.

-Robert Motherwell

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What Could Be More

Robert Motherwell

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What Could Be More Interesting, Or In The End, More Ecstatic, Than In Those Rare Moments When You See Another Person Look At Something You've Made, And Realize That They Got It Exactly, That Your Heart Jumped To Their Heart With Nothing In Between.

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A Main Part Of The Struggle Of Art Has Been To Make An Art That Is Direct, Simple, Humane, Unconnected With Powers That Be In Their Essence... To The Degree That It Is Connected With The Bourgeoisie Via The Marketplace And So On Is Not Necessarily An Artist's Problem.

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A Subject Emerges From An Interaction Between My Self, My I, And My Medium.

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Every Picture One Paints Involves Not Painting Others.

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To Pick Up A Cigarette Wrapper Or Wine Label Or An Old Letter Or The End Of A Carton Is My Way Of Dealing With Those Things That Do Not Originate In Me, In My I.

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Painting That Does Not Radiate Feeling Is Not Worth Looking At. The Deepest-and Rarest-of Grown-up Pleasures Is True Feeling.

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