Our bodies penetrate the sofas upon which we sit and the sofas penetrate our bodies. The motorbus rushes into the houses which it passes, and in their turn the houses throw themselves upon the bus and are blended with it. — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
Our bodies penetrate the sofas upon which we sit and the sofas penetrate our bodies. The motorbus rushes into the houses which it passes,… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
Your eyes, accustomed to semi-darkness, will soon open to more radiant visions of light. The shadows which we shall paint shall be more luminous than the high-lights of our predecessors, and our pictures, next to those of the museums, will shine like blinding daylight, compared with deepest night. We conclude that painting cannot exist today without divisionism... ...Divisionism, for the… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share
Art is viable when it finds elements in the surrounding environment. Our ancestors drew their subject matter from the religious attitudes which weighed on… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
It isnecessary to destroy the pretended nobility, entirely literaryand traditional, of marble and bronze? The sculptor can use twenty different materials, or even more,… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
If we paint the phases of a riot, the crowd bustling with uplifted fists and the noisy onslaughts of cavalry are translated upon the… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
A time will come when the eye of man will perceive colors as feelings within itself. — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
These days I am obsessed by sculpture! I believe I have glimpsed a complete renovation of that mummified art. — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
It will be readily admitted that brown tints have never coursed beneath our skin; it will be discovered that yellow shines forth in our… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
In the first manifesto that we launched on the 8th of March, 1910, from the stage of the Chiarella Theater in Turin,1 we expressed… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
To the Young Artists of Italy! The cry of rebellion that we launch, linking our ideals with those of the Futurist poets, does not… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
There is neither painting, nor sculpture, nor music, nor poetry. The only truth is creation. — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
