This everyday world affects the way art is created as much as it conditions its response.

Our advanced art approaches a fragile but marvelous life, one that maintains itself by a mere thread, melting into an elusive, changeable configuration, the surroundings, the artist, his work and everyone who comes to it.

In this context of achievement-and-death, artist who make Happenings are living out the purest melodrama. Their activity embodies the myth of nonsuccess, for Happenings cannot be sold and taken home; they can only be supported.

Some of us will probably become famous. It will be an ironic fame fashioned largely by those who have never seen our work.

I am not so sure whether what we do now is art or something not quite art. If I call it art, it is because I wish to avoid the endless arguments some other name would bring forth.

A walk down 14th street is more amazing than any masterpiece of art.

This everyday world affects the way art is created as much as it conditions its response.