That’s My Idea Of What A Portrait

Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die Knowing Something. You Are Not Here Long.

In Order To Put Meaning Back Into Our Lives, We Should Recognize Illusions For What They Are, And We Should Reach Out And Touch The Fabric Of Reality.

I Began To Wonder - I Knew I Was An Artist Or Wanted To Be One - But I Was Wondering Whether I Really Was An Artist. I Was Doing Such Ordinary Things That I Could Feel The Difference. Most People Would Look At Those Things And Say, 'well, That's Nothing. What Did You Do That For? That's Just A Wreck Of A Car Or A Wreck Of A Man. That's Nothing. That Isn't Art.' They Don't Say That Anymore.

It Is Easy To Imagine Fantasy As Physical And Myth As Real. We Do It Almost Every Moment. We Do This As We Dream, As We Think, And As We Cope With The World About Us. But These Worlds Of Fantasy That We Form Into The Solid Things Around Us Are The Source Of Our Discontent. They Inspire Our Search To Find Ourselves.

That’s My Idea Of What A Portrait Ought To Be, Anonymous And Documentary And A Straightforward Picture Of Mankind.