“My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space”


91 years, this is how old this marvelous painter would’ve become today. He only passed away 6 years ago but it’s oeuvre seems to tremble the foundations of art and post-modernism. I’d like to refer to a previous post where I discusses this artist in detail: “The painter versus it’s canvas

“I don’t paint, I hit.”

Dear mr Appel, you fought well earning your proper name in the history of arts.
You shall not be forgotten.

“The duty of the artist is not to be calculating in any sense, so that he may be free himself of human emotions while carried by the universal forces of life. Only then does one not think about making art, or about styles, or directions. Something comes about, something happens.”

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