Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.
He who integrates is lost.
The human is indissolubly linked with imitation: a human being only becomes human at all by imitating other human beings.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.
As a constellation, theoretical thought circles the concept it would like to unseal, hoping that it may fly open like the lock of a well-guarded safe-deposit box: in response, not to a single key or a single number, but to a combination of numbers