The question is not whether a community lives or dies, the question is on what plane does it live? There are different modes of survival. But all are not equally honorable.
DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.
Each one of these bodies (art-works Arp made) certainly signifies something, but it is only once there is nothing left for me to change that I begin to look for its meaning, that I give it a name.
In the good times of Dada, we detested polished works, the distracted air of spiritual struggle, the titans, and we rejected them with all out being.
Already in 1915, Sophie Tauber divides the surface of her aquarelle into squares and rectangles which she then juxtaposes horizontally and perpendicularly as Mondrian, Itten and Paul Klee did in the same period, fh). She constructs them as if they were masonry work. The colors are luminous, ranging from the raw yellow to deep red or blue.
I did exhibitions with the Surrealists (in Paris, in 1929) because their attitude revolted against 'art' and their attitude toward life itself was wise, as was Dada's.
Artists should work together like the artists of the Middle Ages.
For me, it's always best to just push everything out and just disappear by myself alone somewhere - and it's kind of like a need of mine.
If the rest of them can survive only by destroying us, then why should we wish them to survive?. . . Nothing can make it moral to destroy the best. One can't be punished for being good. One can't be penalized for ability.
My country is wherever liberty lives.
Still loving the sport; still working on the focus.