It Was The Basilica Of Gossip, The

We Want To Create A Sort Of Linguistic Lourdes, Where Evil And Misfortune Are Dispelled By A Dip In The Waters Of Euphemism

In The Somme Valley, The Back Of Language Broke. It Could No Longer Carry Its Former Meanings. World War I Changed The Life Of Words And Images In Art, Radically And Forever. It Brought Our Culture Into The Age Of Mass-produced, Industrialized Death. This, At First, Was Indescribable.

Essentially, Perspective Is A Form Of Abstraction. It Simplifies The Relationship Between Eye, Brain And Object. It Is An Ideal View, Imagined As Being Seen By A One-eyed, Motionless Person Who Is Clearly Detached From What He Sees. It Makes A God Of The Spectator, Who Becomes The Person On Whom The Whole World Converges, The Unmoved Onlooker.

A Determined Soul Will Do More With A Rusty Monkey Wrench Than A Loafer Will Accomplish With All The Tools In A Machine Shop.

No Art Goes Unmediated By Other Art.