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There Is No Solution, For There Is No Problem.

Art Is Like A Shipwreck; It's Every Man For Himself.

Living Is More A Question Of What One Spends Than What One Makes.

Society Takes What It Wants. The Artist Himself Does Not Count, Because There Is No Actual Existence For The Work Of Art. The Work Of Art Is Always Based On The Two Poles Of The Onlooker And The Maker, And The Spark That Comes From The Bipolar Action Gives Birth To Something - Like Electricity. But The Onlooker Has The Last Word, And It Is Always Posterity That Makes The Masterpiece. The Artist Should Not Concern Himself With This, Because It Has Nothing To Do With Him.

The Artist Performs Only One Part Of The Creative Process. The Onlooker Completes It, And It Is The Onlooker Who Has The Last Word.