Drawing Never Dies, It Holds On By

It Was Van Gogh's Madness That Prevented Him From Working; The Paintings Themselves Are Ineffably Sane, If Sanity Is To Be Defined In Terms Of Exact Judgment Of Ends And Means And The Power Of Visual Analysis.

The World's Fair Audience Tended To Think Of The Machine As Unqualifiedly Good, Strong, Stupid And Obedient. They Thought Of It As A Giant Slave, An Untiring Steel Negro, Controlled By Reason In A World Of Infinite Resources.

What Does One Prefer? An Art That Struggles To Change The Social Contract, But Fails? Or One That Seeks To Please And Amuse, And Succeeds?

On The Whole, Money Does Artists Much More Good Than Harm. The Idea That One Benefits From Cold Water, Crusts And Debt Collectors Is Now Almost Extinct, Like Belief In The Reformatory Power Of Flogging.

Essentially, Perspective Is A Form Of Abstraction. It Simplifies The Relationship Between Eye, Brain And Object. It Is An Ideal View, Imagined As Being Seen By A One-eyed, Motionless Person Who Is Clearly Detached From What He Sees. It Makes A God Of The Spectator, Who Becomes The Person On Whom The Whole World Converges, The Unmoved Onlooker.