I am for an art that takes its form from lines of life, that twists and extends impossibly and accumulates and spits and drips, and is sweet and stupid as life itself. I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap, painting signs or hallways. I am for an art that spills out of an old man's purse when he is bounced off a passing fender. I am for an art of a dogs mouth, falling five floors from the roof. Art is a method of opening up areas of feeling rather than merely an illustration of an object.
Art is what Artists do.