What Is to Be Done?
Kazimir Malevich
I shattered the blue boundary of
color limits, beat the lining
of the tinted sky, tore it
away, and in the sack
that formed itself
put color and
knotted it.
In my desperate attempt to
free art from the ballast of
objectivity, I took refuge
within the square form
exhibiting a picture
of nothing more
than a black
square on
a white
field.
Banned from making my art
inside of Stalin’s Russia,
paintings and writings
impounded, locked up
under suspicion of
being a German
spy, I died of
cancer five
years on:
15 May
1935.
