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The So-called Language Of Barbara Kruger Is Vernacular Language. Obviously, I Pick Through Bits And Pieces Of It And Figure Out To Some Degree How To Objectify My Experience Of The World, Using Pictures And Words That Construct And Contain Me.

I Remember Going Into Galleries And Seeing This Thing Called Conceptual Art, And I Understand People’s Marginalization From What The Art Subculture Is Because If You Haven’t Crashed The Codes, And If You Don’t Know What It Is, You Feel It’s A Conspiracy Against Your Unintelligence. You Feel It’s Fraud.

The Art World Has Always Been An Unrelenting Taste Machine, But Now Flavors Of The Month Have Morphed Into Flavors Of The Minute. Again, All A Reflection Of A Wider Cultural Condition. I Mean, The Art World Is Slow Compared With The Music And Movie Businesses.

Fashion Is Everywhere And About Everything. It Is Folly, Vanity And The Fun Of It All. It Is Disguise, Innuendo, And Cunning. It Is Mean, Gorgeous And Ambitious, And Definitely The Last Word For The Next Few Seconds.

I Think There Are Different Ways Of Being Rigorous, And I Am Asking People To Be As Rigorous In Their Pleasure As In Their Criticism.