Lot’s wife was to become the first abstractionist; but then she looked back.

When the camera went to work, the brush began to play.

Abstract is the attack set up to bring our eyesight back.

Realism thrives on devotion; abstractionism on emotion.

Abstract art is rocket fuel; by it we leave familiar objects far behind.

The notional corrupts upon the altar of the promotional.

Form is soft porn, line fine wine, and colored shape the great, late, figure-freight escape.

The color is the content.

The line is the wine.

The shape has the weight.

God was the first abstractionist; behold the universe.

bs, t, racta cahming aht ya.

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