The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real.
Abstraction is real, probably more real than nature.
There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.
The truly modern artist is aware of abstraction in an emotion of beauty.
The purpose of abstraction is not to be vague, but to create a new semantic level in which one can be absolutely precise.
To abstract is to draw out the essence of a matter.
The story of evolution unfolds with increasing levels of abstraction.
Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.
Here is God's purpose - For God, to me, it seems, is a verb not a noun, proper or improper; is the articulation not the art, objective or subjective; is loving, not the abstraction "love" commanded or entreated; is knowledge dynamic, not legislative code, not proclamation law, not academic dogma, not ecclesiastic canon. Yes, God is a verb, the most active, connoting the vast harmonic reordering of the universe from unleashed chaos of energy.
I think, with abstraction, it's easy to fall into a sort of pastiche.
Seek art and abstraction in nature by dreaming in the presence of it.
The paradox is now fully established that the utmost abstractions are the true weapons with which to control our thought of concrete fact.
Why do you love the woman you're in love with? Because she is. And that, after all, is God's own definition of Himself; I am that I am. The girl is who she is. Some of her isness spills over and impregnates the entire universe. Objects and events cease to be mere representations of classes and become their own uniqueness; cease to be illustrations of verbal abstractions and become fully concrete. Then you stop being in love, and the universe collapses, with an almost audible squeak of derision, into its normal insignificance.
Abstraction is the way to the heart - it is not the heart itself.
I prefer to see with closed eyes.
Can one have love? If we could, love would need to be a thing, a substance that one can have, own, possess. The truth is, there is no such thing as love. Love is an abstraction, perhaps a goddess or an alien being, although nobody has ever seen this goddess. In reality, there exists only the act of loving. To love is a productive activity. It implies caring for, knowing, responding, affirming, enjoying: the person, the tree, the painting, the idea. It means bringing to life, increasing his/her/its aliveness. It is a process, self-renewing and self increasing.
Everything will be all right - you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction and see it as a drawing they made themselves.
From the smallest necessity to the highest religious abstraction, from the wheel to the skyscraper, everything we are and everything we have comes from one attribute of man - the function of his reasoning mind.
I will say without reservations that from my point of view there can be no abstractions. Any shape or area that has not the pulsating concreteness of real flesh and bones, its vulnerability to pleasure or pain is nothing at all. Any picture that does not provide the environment in which the breath of life can be drawn does not interest me.
Hear this or not, as you will. Learn it now, or later -- the world has time. Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui -- these are the true hero's enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real.
By object is meant some element in the complex whole that is defined in abstraction from the whole of which it is a distinction.
Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
An audience is an abstraction; it has no taste. It must depend on the only person who has (pardon, should have), the conductor.
We think of the number "five" as applying to appropriate groups of any entities whatsoever - to five fishes, five children, five apples, five days... We are merely thinking of those relationships between those two groups which are entirely independent of the individual essences of any of the members of either group. This is a very remarkable feat of abstraction; and it must have taken ages for the human race to rise to it
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