Walk Through Walls: A Memoir

This was life. Could art, should art, be isolated from life? I began to feel more and more strongly that art must be life—it must belong to everybody. I felt, more powerfully than ever, that what I had created had a purpose.

There is a moment in your life when you realize that you don’t actually need anything. That life isn’t about things.

Performance is all about state of mind. So in order to get to the right state of mind, you have to be mentally and physically prepared.

When it came to art, I only cared about content: what a work meant. The whole point of Art Must Be Beautiful, Artist Must Be Beautiful was to destroy that image of beauty. Because I had come to believe that art must be disturbing, art must ask questions, art must predict the future. If art is just political, it becomes like newspaper. It can be use

It’s interesting with art. Some people have the ability—and the energy—not just to make the work, but to make sure it’s put in exactly the right place, at the right moment. Some artists realize they have to spend as much time as it took them to get an idea in finding the way to show it, and the infrastructure to support it. And some artists just do

I believe that universal knowledge is everywhere around us. It’s only a question of how we can achieve that kind of understanding. Many people have experienced moments when something in their brain says, “Oh my God, now I understand.” And those moments feel so rare, but the knowledge is always out there for the taking. You only have to tune out all

I came to believe in the idea of parallel realities. I think that the reality we see now is a certain frequency, and that we’re all on the same frequency, so we’re visible to each other, but that it’s possible to change frequencies. To enter a different reality. And I think that there are hundreds of these realities.

The mind is such a changeable organism—in the blink of an eye it can go anywhere. And you have to always bring it back. You’re thinking you’re in the present, and then you suddenly realize that you are who knows where—deep in the jungles of the Amazon, perhaps. But it was really important always to come back. Because the central thing was my connec

Sometimes what the dead leave behind tells us things our dear ones would never have revealed to us while they were alive.