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Agnes Denes, Study for Thought Complex, 1970, ink on graph paper, 11 1/4” x 8 1/2” (Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York)
“The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
“As we live and as we are, Simplicity — with a capital “S” — is difficult to comprehend nowadays. We are no longer truly simple. We no longer live in simple terms or places. Life is a more complex struggle now. It is now valiant to be simple: a courageous thing to even want to be simple. It is a spiritual thing to comprehend what simplicity means.”
Model of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater, Edgar J. Kaufmann House, Mill Run Pennsylvania, 1934-37, acrylic, wood, metal, expanded polystyrene, and paint, 40 1/2 x 71 1/2 x 47 5/8”. (Museum of Modern Art, New York, New York)
“For every complex problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong.”
“I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.”
“Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.”
“I never knew anybody … who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details.”
Wassily Kandinsky, Complex Simple, 1939, oil on canvas, 100 x 81 cm (Musée National d’Art Moderne, Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris, France)
“… all the beauty and ugliness and turbulence one found scattered through nature, one could also find in people themselves, all collected there, all together in a single place. No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce — winds, seas — a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world — no flower or stone — as a single hello from a human being.”
“The most exciting rhythms seem unexpected and complex, the most beautiful melodies simple and inevitable.”
“If you can approach the world’s complexities, both its glories and its horrors, with an attitude of humble curiosity, acknowledging that however deeply you have seen, you have only scratched the surface, you will find worlds within worlds, beauties you could not heretofore imagine, and your own mundane preoccupations will shrink to proper size, not all that important in the greater scheme of things.”
