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When The Artist Is Alive In Any Person, Whatever His Kind Of Work May Be, He Becomes An Inventive, Searching, Daring, Self-expressing Creature.

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

There Is Only One Reason For Art In America, And That Is That The People Of America Learn The Means Of Expressing Themselves In Their Own Time, And Their Own Land.

The Object Isn't To Make Art, It's To Be In That Wonderful State Which Makes Art Inevitable.

When The Artist Is Alive In Any Person, Whatever His Kind Of Work May Be, He Becomes An Inventive, Searching, Daring, Self-expressive Creature. He Becomes Interesting To Other People. He Disturbs, Upsets, Enlightens, And Opens Ways For Better Understanding. Where Those Who Are Not Artists Are Trying To Close The Book, He Opens It And Shows There Are Still More Pages Possible.