Creating Wealth: An Irony of Artistic Enterprise
Capital and works of the mind are forever welded together: wealth is at hand. The art market is juicy, as we already knew.
Concepts
There is no dignified personality that does not accept and love reality in its pure animality. Neither thinker, nor artist, nor anyone else is to be considered if he creates his life production in the bed of false concepts.
Let's just say that these are my ways of seeing and approaching things. That doesn't mean I always share them, but they are there and it would be foolish to deny them. The interest of thinking is also not to constantly agree with oneself. This is even, I believe, what interests me in art and life: the real; what is and not what we want it to be; therefore not necessarily realism or reality, which seems to me to lean more towards the perception of phenomena than the simple observation of their existence.
Capital and works of the mind are forever welded together: wealth is at hand. The art market is juicy, as we already knew.
This idea of having to share emotion at all costs as a crowning achievement in exceptional circumstances has become partially foreign to me.
From the theatre to the Internet, it is a question of extending the stage to the Web, of interpreting the Web as an extension of the stage, of playing one's role online.
Alone beneath you | Like water damage oozing from my ceiling, the wet hair of your pussy disgusts in oblong beads on my flattened forehead.