Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases.
Have you ever seen a dog?” he asked. “You only think you have. What you see is only something you feel more or less justified in regarding as a dog. It isn’t a dog in every respect, and always has some personal quality no other dog has.
But when we look we do not see what Art is. So we are inclined to suppose that its essence must be something hidden, something that only an aesthetician can see, like the sounds that only a dog can hear…
Objects of every sort are materials for the new art: paint, chairs, food, electric and neon light, smoke, water, old socks, a dog, movies, a thousand other things that will be discovered by the present generation of artists.