A time will come when the eye of man will perceive colors as feelings within itself. — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
While the impressionists make a table to give one particular moment and subordinate the life of the table to its resemblance to… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
The time has passed for our sensations in painting to be whispered. We wish them in the future to sing and re-echo… — 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… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
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
