avant-garde, avant-garde. The great days of departure are long gone, and now is the time of the artistic through biting. The market starts to weaken again, and shows that life is not the art but the art of survival. No time for Madame LeRoy and Cabaret Voltaire. Last night was opening with Saturn Super offers for new digital image-editing programs, and we are glad if we have seen there is no Blue Rider. Private Wealth Management way with clients at Art Basel, please, Please, just come to us sometimes. We make videos, performances, draw, sing, write lyrics and architectural theory kollektionieren also happen to be self-designed clothes. What do you want to? Or should we swear to you, our hyper-subjectivity, authentic self-reflection, our structure behind questioning Gelangweiltsein to model our simulated simultaneously to doubt in nothing but sound? Mr. Tatlin in his Tatlinturm, Mr. Schwitter on his Schwittersäule, Mr. Malevich square, they turn away, but the art at the time just is not the full life, the time it is tight against it. The fashions, the prices that barometer, the boom, the hype, the top lots, the Reductions, purchases, sales and distressed sales realized the cold, ice cold. A life in art is something for freezing. -1919. Mr. Hausmann will reveal the numerical zeitgeist and attached a doll a nice purse at her head. -1936. Fashionable ladies slurping oysters and champagne, Mrs. Oppenheim served breakfast in the fur. -1965. Men with big cigars rehearse the post-war prosperity and Mr. Beuys declared a dead hare, art. Holy avant-garde, have you dreamed about what's coming next?
(Thus we can save the answer. The avant-garde thinking in silence.)
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