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Art Is The Principal Way In Which The Human Mind Has Tried To Remake The World In A Way That Makes Sense. The Carefully Edited, Slow-motion, Action Replay Of A Rugby Tackle, A Car Crash Or A Sex Act Has More Significance Than The Original Event. Thanks To Virtual Reality, We Will Soon Be Moving Into A World Where A Heightened Super-reality Will Consist Entirely Of Action Replays, And Reality Will Therefore Be All The More Rich And Meaningful.

I Work For Three Or Four Hours A Day, In The Late Morning And Early Afternoon. Then I Go Out For A Walk And Come Back In Time For A Large Gin And Tonic.

Pop Artists Deal With The Lowly Trivia Of Possessions And Equipment That The Present Generation Is Lugging Along With It On Its Safari Into The Future.

For The Sake Of My Children And Grandchildren, I Hope That The Human Talent For Self-destruction Can Be Successfully Controlled, Or At Least Channelled Into Productive Forms, But I Doubt It. I Think We Are Moving Into Extremely Volatile And Dangerous Times, As Modern Electronic Technologies Give Mankind Almost Unlimited Powers To Play With Its Own Psychopathology As A Game.

An Arts Degree Is Like A Diploma In Origami. And About As Much Use.