Last week’s murder of Dr. King came as a great shock. Linda and I were gloomy for days and have still not quite recovered. The event pressed something into focus that I have known for long but never realized so bitterly and helplessly, namely that what we are doing, the production and the talk about sculpture, has no relation to the urgent problems of our society. Whoever believes that art can make life more humane is utterly naïve. Mondrian was one of those naïve saints… Nothing, but really absolutely nothing is changed by whatever type of painting or sculpture or happening you produce on the level where it counts, the political level. Not a single Napalm bomb will not be dropped by all the shows of ‘Angry Art’. Art is utterly unsuited as a political tool. No cop will be kept from shooting a black by all the light environments in the world. As I’ve said, I’ve known that for a number of years, and I was never really bothered by it. All of a sudden it bugs me. I am also asking myself, why the hell am I working in this field at all. Again, an answer is never at hand that is credible, but it did not particularly disturb me. I still have no answer, but I am no longer comfortable.