New York is the illest .
I am for an art that is
political —
erotical —
mystical ....
that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum .
I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all .
An art given the chance of having a starting point of zero .
I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap and still comes out on top .
I am for an artist who vanishes —
turning up in a white cap,
painting signs or hallways . . .
Claes Oldenburg