“I’m not an overtly political artist in the usual sense, but I think the world has been made by men, and I think it reflects that visually. Space has been built, carved, and thought through by men, and that’s how we understand space, that’s how we understand the world. I’m trying not to copy the forms of men”—Liz Larner
“Conceptual art is a dream come true for hustlers, and a new revenue stream for insurance companies, who give credibility to the hustlers. But because there are “no rules” in the art world, who can say they are wrong?”—Does the Art Market Need to Be Regulated?
Dear you hypocritical fucking Twerp, I’d just like to thank you for taking hold of the last four years of my life and raising my hopes for the future. I’d like to thank you for giving me clothes when I needed them and food when I needed it and for fucking my brains out when my brains needed fucking. I hope that the time we spent in the quarters with my family sleeping nearby quietly ignoring what you proceeded to do to me— what, rather I proceeded to do to you— was worthwhile for you, that you got the stimulation you so needed, Because now That I’m Free of that poison you call Life, that stringy, sour, white strand you called Sacred and me savior, that peculiar institution we engaged in because there was no other foreseeable alternative, I am LOST. Before, when there was a before, an upon a time I was a blank space defined in a contrast to your POSITIVE, concrete avowal, now, a blank space in the void and I have to thank you for forgetting to stick your neck out for me after I craned my neck so often in your arms. Dear you duplicitous, idiot, Worm, Now that you’ve forgotten how you like your coffee and why you raised your pious fist in the sky, and the reason for your stunning African Art collection, and the war we fought together, and the promises you made and the laws we rewrote, I am left here alone to recreate My WHOLE HISTORY without the benefit of you, my complement, my enemy, my oppressor, my Love.