"The whole painter is in a labyrinth. Every painting is a hole of light burst towards the sky. Pieces of walls and fragments of plaster.
Damaged, disjoined staircases. Diagonal ribs under girders. Bare windows, opened on a white sky. Is Landier at rest?..."
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"Scraps . We would like to say stylistic composition.Or still, art of poetry. Here the painter gives the measure of a whole freedom. He is forced by nothing except by the pleasure and the movement..."
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"Barriers. Pieces of sonorous humanity. Noises of dug, excavated, reorganized, demolished, rebuilt magalopolises.
Excavation, interdiction, protection.
Hole! Pay attention to works! Attention fresh paint!
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