Art Need No Longer Be An Account

Cities Have Sexes: London Is A Man, Paris A Woman, And New York A Well-adjusted Transsexual.

A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy. Only Untimely Death Is A Tragedy.

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.

I Know That Whenever A Group Of Women Are Gathered Together, The Grandmother Always Makes A Phantom Appearance, Hovering Above Them.

The Invisible Is Only Another Unexplored Country, A Brave New World.