“That space of science - the space of the physicists - I am truly bored with by now. Their lenses are so thick that seen through them, the spaces get more and more melancholy. There seems to be no end to the misery of the scientist's space. All that it contains is billions and billions of hunks of matter, hot or cold, floating around in darkness according to the great design of aimlessness... If I stretch my arms next to the rest of myself and wonder where my fingers are - that is all the space I need as a painter."
- de Kooning”