Life doesn't last, art doesn't last
I am interested in solving an unknown factor of art and an unknown factor of life.
Excellence has no sex.
Don't ask what the work is. Rather, see what the work does.
I would like the work to be non-work. This means that it would find its way beyond my preconceptions...It is the unknown quantity from which and where I want to go. As a thing, an object, it accedes to its non-logical self. It is something, it is nothing.
Chaos can be structured as non-chaos. That we know from Jackson Pollock.