Art Criticism

Most artists are surrealists. … always dreaming something and then they paint it.

I remember some artists who said this world isn't worth anything, that it is a pigsty, that we are going nowhere, that God is dead, and all those things. Bad literature is this. To expose your navel, to tell how you drank your morning coffee amid general disgust, with everything around you rotting. While the world is dying, I drink my coffee. Or I perform my little sex acts. This is old-fashioned. One must cross this neurotic curtain.

There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life.