“As I rode back to Detroit, a vision of Henry Ford's industrial empire kept passing before my eyes. In my ears, I heard the wonderful symphony which came from his factories where metals were shaped into tools for men's service. It was a new music, waiting for the composer with genius enough to give it communicable form.”
More from Diego Rivera
“Fidelity is a bourgeois virtue and it exists only to exploit people and to obtain an…”
“An artist is above all a human being, profoundly human to the core. If the artist can’t…”
“The first thing I encountered on entering the museum was the earliest steam engine built…”
“I spent the two and one-half months between my meeting with the Art Commission and the…”