Without Words.

When art is fashion, it can only incidentally, and very rarely, be Art. The Art, when it's Art, can only overcome itself, where there is no longer any 'way'. The indications of critics and curators, are not dogmas. They can become dogmas here, in this country of scoundrels and barons, servants and masters, who like to be told what to do or what to think. But art is standing on its own, totally recognizable in the incommunicable.
Wonderfully pointless, in the era of profit.
Without words.