Not only the artist but everyone 'becomes someone else' in becoming someone. One is thought about, thus invented. Or as Steinberg put it with memorable succinctness in his Cogito drawings, 'I think, therefore Descartes is.' One creates not oneself but another. Being is in the act.

The artist is obliged to invent the self who will paint his pictures.

Not only were the minds of artists formed by the university; in the same mold were formed those of the art historians, the critics, the curators, and the colle…

Both art and the artist lack identity and define themselves only through their encounter with each other.