…I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

James Joyce. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. p 252-53.
maybe a bit tongue-in-cheek.

Dig on R.Serra, kind of hilarious/appropriate:

Big egocentric expensive works become very imposing. You can’t put twenty-four tons of steel in the closet.

On fascism:

Art that imposes conditions — human or otherwise — on the receiver for its appreciation in my eyes constitutes aesthetic fascism.
My own art never gives directions, only states the work as an accomplished fact:

The artist may construct the piece;
the piece may be fabricated;
the piece need not be built.

I have to say I prefer Weiner to Kosuth or others. Weiner describes language as a valuable addition to the set of viable mediate but does not advocate for language/lingustic concept at the exclusion of other existing media. I like this inclusive rather than dogmatically exclusive framing.

more here http://www.ubu.com/papers/weiner_statements.html

For the solipsist reality is not enough. He denies the existence of anything outside the self-enclosed confines of his own mind. (Sartre refers to solipsism as “the reef,” for it “amounts to saying that outside me nothing exists.” Schopenhauer speaks of the solipsist as “a madman shut up in an impregnable blockhouse.”) Viewed within the boundaries of thought, the random dimensions of reality lose their qualities of extension. They become flat and static. Serial art in its highly abstract and ordered manipulation of thoughts is likewise self-contained and nonreferential.

Some may say, and justifiably, that there is a poetry or power or some other quality to this work that an approach like the above misses. But aspects like those exist for individuals and are difficult to communicate using conventional meanings for words. Others may claim that given this they are still bored. If this is the case, their boredom may be the product of being forced to view things not as sacred but as they probably are–autonomous and indifferent.

Serial Art, Systems, Solipsism. Mel Bochner 1967.