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

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

Abstract is a verbal 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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