traces here, traces there…ok, we are already enlightened. now traces are everywhere and everywhere is the light, and we all are nowhere again, lost in comprehension.
so, keep trying to explain what art is ..teaching us about the laundry detergent oeuvre…or the utopian future where sketchers haven’t got a pencil in the bag, but an installation.
.. bringing out forgotten peaces of something. Forget means throw out. Means to put an item in the dump. Burn it. Blow the ash and don’t even look after it. Even in an imaginary way .
Brain is replete of useless items.
That’s why brain has a trash folder too.
It’s practical and hygienic. Just ‘secure empty trash’. And feel the real confort.