When We Describe A Process, Or Make

It's That Same Quality I've Been Talking About. It's Neither Contrived, Nor Surprising And Smart, Not Baffling, Not Witty, Not Interesting, Not Cynical, It Can't Be Planned And It Probably Can't Even Be Described. It's Just Good.

But My Motivation Was More A Matter Of Wanting To Create Order - To Keep Track Of Things. All Those Boxes Full Of Photographs And Sketches Weigh You Down, Because They Have Something Unfinished, Incomplete, About Them. So It's Better To Present The Usable Material In An Orderly Fashion And Throw The Other Stuff Away. That's How The Atlas Came To Be, And I Exhibited It A Few Times.

That Was A Piece I Did In 1963 With Konrad Lueg In A Department Store, In The Furniture Department. It Was Announced In Some Papers As An Exhibition Opening, But The People Who Came Didn't Know That It Was To Be A Sort Of Happening. I Don't Think It Is Quite Right That It Has Become So Famous Anyhow. It Was Just A Lot Of Fun, And The Word Itself, Capitalist Realism, Hit Just Right. But It Wasn't Such A Big Deal.

I Pursue No Intentions, No Directions; I Have No Program, No Style And No Mission.

Now There Are No Priests Or Philosophers Left, Artists Are The Most Important People In The World.