manolo and the punks

We are against the glorification of ‘‘ the People,” as we are against snobbery. It is not necessary to be an outcast bohemian, to be unkempt or poor, any more than it is necessary to be rich or handsome, to be an artist. Art is nothing to do with the coat you wear. A top-hat can well hold the Sixtine. A cheap cap could Bide the image of Kephren.

The moment a man feels or realizes himself as an artist, he ceases to belong to any milieu or time.

Everyone can be a Dadaist. Dada is not limited to any art. The bartender in the Manhattan Bar, who pours out Curaçao with one hand and gathers up his gonorrhea with the other, is a Dadaist. The gentlemar, in the raincoat, who is about to start his seventh trip around the world, is a Dadaist. The Dadaist shou d be a man who has fully understood that one is entitled to have ideas only if one can transform them into life.

Archipenko, whom we honored as an unequalled model in the field of plastic art, maintained that art must be neither realistic nor idealistic, it must be true; and by this he meant above all that any imitation of nature, however concealed, is a lie. In this sense, Dada was to give the truth a new impetus. Dada was to be a rallying point for abstract energies and a lasting slingshot for the great international artistic movements.