9 1/4 x 6 ins
The machine invades earth and sky; it reaches the depths of the sea and even into the desert without fear of troubling the morning air. Life becomes faster and faster without anymore time even to sigh at the moment of dying. In this mechanical age is not art sometimes the miracle.
A scholar once said, ‘There is no longer any mystery, one can be very learned and at the same time very stupid’. In the spiritual spheres where the artist ventures, all is mysterious, but there prevails an order of greater truth than that of the man in charge of weights and measures.
Extract from Rouault sur l’Art et sur la Vie, Les Editions Denoël-Gonthier, Paris 1971
The machine invades earth and sky; it reaches the depths of the sea and even into the desert without fear of troubling the morning air. Life becomes faster and faster without anymore time even to sigh at the moment of dying. In this mechanical age is not art sometimes the miracle.
A scholar once said, ‘There is no longer any mystery, one can be very learned and at the same time very stupid’. In the spiritual spheres where the artist ventures, all is mysterious, but there prevails an order of greater truth than that of the man in charge of weights and measures.
Extract from Rouault sur l’Art et sur la Vie, Les Editions Denoël-Gonthier, Paris 1971