I Might Be In The Basement. I'll

If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.

I Try In My Prints To Testify That We Live In A Beautiful And Orderly World, And Not In A Formless Chaos, As It Sometimes Seems.

To Tell You The Truth, I Am Rather Perplexed By The Concept Of 'art'. What One Person Considers To Be 'art' Is Often Not 'art' To Another. 'beautiful' And 'ugly' Are Old-fashioned Concepts That Are Seldom Applied These Days; Perhaps Justifiably, Who Knows? Something Repulsive, Which Gives You A Moral Hangover, And Hurts Your Ears Or Eyes, May Well Be Art. Only 'kitsch' Is Not Art - We're All Agreed About That. Indeed, But What Is 'kitsch'? If Only I Knew!

Only Those Who Attempt The Absurd Will Achieve The Impossible. I Think It's In My Basement... Let Me Go Upstairs And Check.

I Can't Keep From Fooling Around With Our Irrefutable Certainties. It Is, For Example, A Pleasure Knowingly To Mix Up Two And Three Dimensionalities, Flat And Spatial, And To Make Fun Of Gravity.