The language of psychiatry, which is a monologue by reason about madness, could only have come into existence in such a silence.
Michel FoucaultWhat strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn't everyone's life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?
Michel Foucault