Oskar KokoschkaThinkers

Consciousness is a sea ringed with visions.

Consciousness is the grave of things, the place where they cease to exist, beyond which they end. And when they have ended, it seems that they no longer have any essential existence except in the visions in oneself.

The Portrait is created not by compelling a sitter to remain as stationary as possible. Rather, it is valuable to keep the sitter moving and talking and unconscious of being painted... not to extract some essence, but to establish, in motion, an essential image of the kind that remains in memory or recurs in dreams.

A Weed is Nature's opposition to the tyranny of gardeners.

The Work of art is nothing but a man's timid attempt to repeat the miracle that the simplest peasant girl is capable of at any time, that of magically producing life out of nothing.