When I look at the sculptures of Constantin Brâncuşi I feel a deep serenity. It is the revelation of the essence, the archetypal idea behind the thing instead of its ever-changing form. Pause for a moment and taste the spiritual potency of these objects.
They are imbeciles who call my work abstract;
that which they call abstract is the most realistic,
because what is real is not the exterior form
but the idea, the essence of things.