Art Is Not About Itself But The

As Soon As We Start Putting Our Thoughts Into Words And Sentences Everything Gets Distorted, Language Is Just No Damn Good—i Use It Because I Have To, But I Don’t Put Any Trust In It. We Never Understand Each Other.

Art Has Absolutely No Existence As Veracity, As Truth.

What I Have In Mind Is That Art May Be Bad, Good Or Indifferent, But, Whatever Adjective Is Used, We Must Call It Art, And Bad Art Is Still Art In The Same Way That A Bad Emotion Is Still An Emotion.

This Concern Which Interests Us More Than Anything Else: The Blurring Of The Distinction Between Art And Life.

Can One Make Works Which Are Not Works Of 'art'?