pictorial speculations

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I would say that when asked about art and why art, i.e. the use of clichés, the bourgeois framework - of course arbitrary, cursed and subjective! So I say: Art is an attempt to live a life without lies. Everything is included in it. Universal. That's all I care about, difficult enough, impossible, doomed to fail, but what matters is the terrain. The terrain I'm heading into, right from the start. So, no matter how old the world may be, for me I am the beginning, for me the world begins with me. I paint the first picture, it arises like a star from nothing, it forms itself out of the unknown, the nakedness speaks itself into a garment, a meaningless, free dress. A riddle without an answer, like light without a shadow. Blood without veins. Meaning without a world. In general: world! - Extremely puzzling, you can safely leave the knowledge to the idiots.