| I'm following my program |
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
survive
Thinking of methods and ingredients needed to keep the nostrils above the surface of the water
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
The paths of art cannot be traced in the footsteps of the voracious institution. Even less so those that only meander along infinite poetic breaks.
Capital and works of the mind are forever welded together: wealth is at hand. The art market is juicy, as we already knew.