De Chirico’s thought was not willed. It was so perfectly balanced that his forms never seem to have been painted. His walls and shadows, his trains and cookies, his manikins, clocks, blackboards, and smoke. They could all disappear. Yet they appeared. They have known each other for centuries. De Chirico drew aside his curtain, revealing what was always there. It had been forgotten.
Picasso, the builder, re-peopled the earth – inventing new beings. We believe his will.
Marvelous artists are made of elements which cannot be identified. The alchemy is complete. Their work is strange, and will never become familiar.
titel: studio note
stem: philip guston
perspectief: studio notes, 1970-1978 – In a drawer I find scraps of paper with these notes. Thickness of things. Shoes. Rusted iron. Mended rags. Seams. Dried bloodstains. Pink paint. Bricks. Bent nails and pieces of wood. Brick walls. Cigarette butts. Smoking. Empty booze bottles. How would bricks look flying in the air – fixed in their gravity – falling? A brick fight. Pictures hanging on nails in walls. The hands of clocks. Green window shades. Two- or three-story brick buildings. Endless black windows. Empty streets.
bron: i paint what i want to see (2022), penguin modern classics
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