A terrible thing has happened to me: I believe I am finding God. - Albert Gleizes

It was around 1910/11 that everyone, at every level of the social scale, became aware of those apparent eccentricities that were challenging the precarious certainties of the world. And it was uniquely the painting of a group, not of an individual, that was the cause.

People crowded into our room, they shouted, they laughed, they got worked up, they protested, they luxuriated in all kinds of utterances.

We were still attached to the representational image. We cut into the form, the different angles from which it could be seen, the perspective. The object turned in our hands, we turned round it. We were tortured by this mystery of form.