Zurich in 1915,... While the thunder of the batteries rumbled in the distance, we pasted, we recited, we versified, we sang with all our soul. We searched for an elementary art that would, we thought, save mankind from the madness… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
While guns rumbled in the distance, we sang, painted, made collages and wrote poems with all our might. We were seeking an art based on fundamentals, to cure the madness of the age, and find a new order of things… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
“La mariposa disecada se convierte en una mamariposa disesecada la mamariposa disesecada se convierte en una granmamariposa grandisesecada” — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
Ever since my childhood, I was haunted by the search for perfection. An imperfectly cut paper literally made me ill. I would guillotine it. — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
In recent times, Surrealist painters have used descriptive illusionistic academic methods. — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
Zurich in 1915,... While the thunder of the batteries rumbled in the distance, we pasted, we recited, we versified, we sang with all our… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
I like nature but not its substitutes... Mondrian opposed art to nature saying that art is artificial and nature is natural. I do not… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
We attempted perfection; we wanted an object to be without flaw, so we cut the papers with a razor, pasted them down meticulously, but… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
The vertical and the horizontal are the extreme signs available to man for touching the beyond and his inwardness. — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
While guns rumbled in the distance, we sang, painted, made collages and wrote poems with all our might. We were seeking an art based… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
In 1915 Sophie Tauber and I carried out our first works in the simplest forms, using painting, embroidery and pasted paper (without using oil… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
Since the time of the cavemen, man has glorified himself, has made himself divine, and his monstrous vanity has caused human catastrophe. Art has… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
