[b]Hans Arp
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 that would restore the balance between heaven and hell. [/b]
And look at us now.
Dada aimed to destroy the reasonable deceptions of man and recover the natural and unreasonable order.
Fortunately for them [and still for us] that can mean practically anything.
Often the hands grasp more quickly than the head.
Still, imagine one without the other.
Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation.
Sounds like “cha ching”.
The essence of a sculpture must enter on tip-toe, as light as animal footprints on snow.
Okay, but is that light enough?
To be full of joy when looking at an oeuvre is not a little thing.
Though it still manages to be most of us.