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.