viernes, 22 de febrero de 2019

/rooms at my place full of paintings.

"I imagine an exhibition of my own at the centre Pompidou: at the entrance you'll read 'The Promises of the Past'. two things, (1) all art is dangerous (2) I’m struggling to find an answer to the question 'what is the point of art if nobody sees it?' all artists tend to be self-deprecating futilitarians, because we’ve grown up in a culture in which art doesn’t matter except, occasionally, as a high-end investment. (p.s. I no longer date artists as they are already in a relationship)."

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