Art Cannot Be Modern. Art Is Primordially

I Am So Rich That I Must Give Myself Away.

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?

I Must See New Things And Investigate Them. I Want To Taste Dark Water And See Crackling Trees And Wild Winds.

I Don't Know Whether There Is Anyone Else At All Who Remembers My Noble Father With Such Sadness

My Mother Is A Very Strange Woman... She Doesn't Understand Me In The Least And Doesn't Love Me Much Either. If She Had Either Love Or Understanding She Would Be Prepared To Make Sacrifices