…your cup of fur...
Claire Trotignon, Laughing out loud, 2011
“Untitled” or : Confessions of a post-post-modernist
Ben Carrick, 2013
You are always looking for an emotion that has already been felt, just as you like to get an old pair of trousers back from the cleaners, which seem new as long as you don’t look too close. Artists are cleaners, don’t be taken in by them. The real modern works of art are not made by artists, but quite simply by men.
Francis Picabia, in Jesus Christ Rastaquouère (1920)
Andreas Feininger, The Photojournalist, 1955
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