Hinzugefügt am 20.07.2005
we are drifting on a stormy ocean, singing the shanties of duchamp, looking for the last exit to the beach. to take a drink with a fancy little umbrella.
while the usual suspects are looking for an life boat in the sea of simulacrum, eye still remember the old, chartbreaking song of wittgenstein: "nothing is necessarily what it appears to be"
so riding on this illusive tracks, there is still the queston: what is art? what is the creative act?
it`s all about quotaion and reality.