As long as you keep a person down, some part of you has to be down there to hold him down, so it means you cannot soar as you otherwise might.
For me, the heyday was in 1959. It was before the Ferus Gallery moved across the street, in the days when Ed Kienholz and Walter Hopps ran it. At that time, art was taken very seriously in terms of being an artist, and not as a profession.
I've never met a general yet who could milk a cow.
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