Sensation of being : new realism

To be free and yet not to lose touch with reality, that is the drama of that epic figure who is variously called inventor, artist or poet. Days and nights, dark or brightly lit . . . renewed visions of forms and objects bathed in artificial light. Trees cease to be trees, a shadow cuts across the hand placed on the counter, an eye deformed by the light, the changing silhouettes of the passers-by ... He fills himself with all this, drinks in the who of this vital instantiety which cuts through him in every direction. He is a sponge: sensation of being a sponge, transparency, acuteness, new realism. FERNAND LEGE