As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
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All autobiography is self-indulgent.
All autobiography is self-indulgent.
Nature is inside art as its content, not outside as its model.
Nature is inside art as its content, not outside as its model.
I invent nothing, I rediscover.
I invent nothing, I rediscover.
The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure.
The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure.
I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the read more
I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the true genius emerges. I don't have enough hair to be a genius. I think you have to have hair going everywhere.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will wish to learn from it and read more
When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will wish to learn from it and not because they think it will match their drapes! - 1997.
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than read more
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? to the designer of the camera? To the finger on the button? tso the law of averages?
