I’m reading a book called “Surreal Lives, The Surrealists 1917-1945” by Ruth Brandon. Interestingly, the father of modern art, Marcel Duchamp, seems to have had a rather laid back attitude toward art also and painting in particular. He became hugely popular in the U.S. after his “Nude Descending a Staircase, No. 2” became the hit of the 1913 Armory show. He immigrated from Paris in 1915 and could have sold many paintings, but gave it up for chess and intellectual pursuits, such as his theory of art epitomized in his “readymades.” The readymades were his rebellion against “retinal art” and consisted of “an ordinary object elevated to the dignity of a work of art by the mere choice of an artist.” This radical notion that the artist’s idea alone could construct a work of art became the basis of today’s conceptual art movement. Somehow I relate to the idea of thinking about art rather than doing it right now.