"In 1912 I visited Kandinsky in Munich. He gave me a very warm reception...Kandinsky spoke to me with tenderness, richness, vivacity, and humour. In his studio, speech and form and colour fused and were transmuted into fabulous, extraordinary worlds. Across the bellowing and tumult of these worlds, by listening attentively, I could hear the tintinnabulation of the brilliant and gaudy mushroom cities of Russia. Kandinsky told me that his grandfather had come trotting into Russia on a small steed studded with bells, from one of those enchanted Asian mountains made of porcelain. Kandinsky's grandfather certainly bequeathed profound secrets."
Jean Arp, 1951: from Collected French Writings: Poems, Essays, Memories, 2001
