I am out to introduce a psychic shock
into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning:
that is to say, a fourth dimension.
If a symbol should be discovered in a painting of mine, it was not
my intention. It is a result I did not seek. It is something that
may be found afterwards, and which can be interpreted according to
taste.
The habit of ignoring Nature is deeply implanted in our times. This
attitude reminds me of people who never look you in the eye; I find
them disturbing and always have to look away.
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made
for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once
more.
I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette,
which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
One fine day (but all days are fine!) as my mother was putting the
bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared
elbow I said to her, "Mama I want to be a painter."
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that
revolve around love.
My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is
empty, but they say I have talent.
The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the
sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to
vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also
himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.
When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to
it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final
test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the
painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad
art.
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