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I wanted to be an abstract painter. I never took figurative work seriously, even when I did it. I thought it was bullshit. The early self portraits are highly ironic.

-Why did you decide figurative painting was bullshit?

I didn’t believe in the possibility of transmitting a message, expression or feeling. I was a friend of Jörg Immendorff, who was very political in the beginning. He brought me into that political left wing.  There was this idea that art has to serve the masses, the movement. I got indoctrinated in that and I believed it. But as soon as I tried to do something like that, I thought, “This doesn’t work at all. “

You try to heroize something and the opposite comes out. It is out of control. You make fun of it without wanting to. Or, maybe ten years later it turns into something annoying, stupid, ridiculous.

Then you start thinking, “What is reproduction or representation? How does it work or not work?” I didn’t even have to read much about it. It just seemed obvious that there was nothing to win. I still don’t think that if you paint a person you can transmit something about that person. I don’t think you can communicate something about an experience or a situation. I got completely resistant to it.

As a kid, I was a fan of Francis Bacon. Now the only thing I feel is, “I guess this painter was in an aggressive state when he painted it.” That’s what I think. It doesn’t move me at all. I can respect it; I can think it is good, but it doesn’t touch me in the way that he wanted it to touch me.

There is no art that touches me in that way.  Maybe I don’t like art.

Albert Oehlen

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I started keeping the diary in earnest when I started finding myself in moments that were too full.

At an art opening in the late eighties, I held a plastic cup of wine and stood in front of a painting next to a friend I loved. It was all too much.

I stayed partly contained in the moment until that night, when I wrote down everything that had happened and everything I remembered thinking while it happened and everything I thought while recording what I remembered had happened…

There should be extra days, buffer days, between the real days.

Sarah Manguso,  “Ongoingness”

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“My work has at times been criticized for being overly nostalgic, or too much about nostalgia. That is partly my fault, because I actually have written a lot about the theme of nostalgia; and partly the fault of political and economic systems that abuse nostalgia to foment violence and to move units. But it is not nostalgia’s fault, if fault is to be found. Nostalgia is a valid, honorable, ancient human emotion, so nuanced that its sub-variants have names in other languages—German’s sehnsucht, Portuguese’s saudade—that are generally held to be untranslatable. The nostalgia that arouses such scorn and contempt in American culture—predicated on some imagined greatness of the past or inability to accept the present—is the one that interests me least. The nostalgia that I write about, that I study, that I feel, is the ache that arises from the consciousness of lost connection.”

Michael Chabon, The True Meaning of Nostalgia

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Chris Dorley-Brown 

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Eduard Angeli

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Robert Rauschenberg, Franciscan II (1972) 

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Alejandra Pizarnik

III.    Death has restored to silence its own bewitching charm. And I will not say my poem and I will say it. Even if (here, now) the poem has no feeling, no future.

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Laure Prouvost – Exhaust Drawings (Naomi & Yannick)

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Sheba Chhachhi: "‘Consumer feminism’ [is] where the fantasy of the liberated woman is used as a marketing tool."

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Agnès Varda, Ulysse, 1954

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I'm done with great things and big things

I’m done with great things and big things, great intentions and big success, and I am for those tiny invisible molecular moral forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water. Yet which, if you give them time, will rend the hardest monuments of our pride. 

~ William James, from William James : Writings 1902-1910 : The Varieties of Religious Experience / Pragmatism / A Pluralistic Universe / The Meaning of Truth / Some Problems of Philosophy / Essays (Library of America (February 1, 1988)

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Paul Mpagi Sepuya, Self-portrait Study with Two Figures (1506), 2015

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Lonnie Holley at Atlanta Contemporary

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Ai Weiwei, “Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.” 

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Mark Dion, Landfill, 1999–2000. Mixed media. Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego.