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i’ve been collecting family archives. cross border letters from the early 90s; vhs tapes from the early 00s; objects from somewhere in between

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Left: Marius de Zayas. Right: Francis Picabia


The world is divided into two categories: failures and unknowns.
Dada talks with you, it is everything, it includes everything, it belongs to all religions, can be neither victory nor defeat, it lives in space and not in time.

Dada is like your hopes: nothing like your paradise: nothing like your idols: nothing like your heroes: nothing like your artists: nothing like your religions: nothing.



Vladimir Mayakovsky by Alexander Rodchenko


We are not responsible for what we do; we are ignorant of our acts until we accomplish them.

One must go through life, be it red or blue, stark naked and accompanied by the music of a subtle fisherman, prepared at all times for a celebration.
Nature is unfair? So much the better, inequality is the only bearable thing, the monotony of equality can only lead us to boredom.

You are always looking for already-felt emotions, just as you like to get an old pair of trousers back from the cleaners, which seem new when you don't look too closely. Artists are cleaners, don't let yourself be taken in by them. True modern works of art are made not by artists but quite simply by men.


PRO—VITAL 02

Scarlet Runners




Every page must explode, whether through seriousness, profundity, turbulence, nausea, the new, the eternal, annihilating nonsense, enthusiasm for principles, or the way it is printed.
All the painters who appear in our museums are failures at painting; the only people ever talked about are failures; the world is divided into two categories of people: failures and those unknown.



The Isms of Art (1914—1924)
Edited by Hans Arp and El Lissitzky



 

I do not consider myself a Cubist either because I have come to the conclusion that cubes are not always made for expressing the thought of the brain and of the feeling of the spirit.
I capture all these impressions without any hurry to transfer to the canvas. I let them rest in my brain and then, when I’m visited by the spirit of creation, I improvise my paintings just as a musician improvises his music.