I Don't Believe In Art. I Believe

There Is No Solution, For There Is No Problem.

It's The Viewer That Makes The Work.

Society Takes What It Wants. The Artist Himself Does Not Count, Because There Is No Actual Existence For The Work Of Art. The Work Of Art Is Always Based On The Two Poles Of The Onlooker And The Maker, And The Spark That Comes From The Bipolar Action Gives Birth To Something - Like Electricity. But The Onlooker Has The Last Word, And It Is Always Posterity That Makes The Masterpiece. The Artist Should Not Concern Himself With This, Because It Has Nothing To Do With Him.

I Am Still A Victim Of Chess. It Has All The Beauty Of Art - And Much More. It Cannot Be Commercialized. Chess Is Much Purer Than Art In Its Social Position.

In New York In 1915 I Bought At A Hardware Store A Snow Shovel On Which I Wrote In Advance Of The Broken Arm .