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Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, read more
Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind and the irresponsibility of the artist and the irrelevance of art to actual living becomes part and parcel of the practice of art.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed read more
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.
The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs read more
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent read more
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.
The highest art is always the most religious, and the greatest artist is always a devout person.
The highest art is always the most religious, and the greatest artist is always a devout person.
Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.
Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
