Anni Albers holding pre-Columbian miniature, 1935-1967. From “Pre-Columbian Mexican Miniatures: The Josef and Anni Albers Collection”, 1970.

Lucio Fontana - Concetto Spaziale, Attese (1964)

Berlin: Die Sinfonie der Großstadt (1927) by director Walter Ruttmann

We sometimes go on as though people can’t express themselves. In fact they’re always expressing themselves. The sorriest couples are those where the woman can’t be preoccupied or tired without the man saying “What’s wrong? Say something…,” or the man, without the woman saying … and so on. Radio and television have spread this spirit everywhere, and we’re riddled with pointless talk, insane quantities of words and images. Stupidity’s never blind or mute. So it’s not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves; What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying.

Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations

From the Life of the Marionettes, Ingmar Bergman (1980)