The Ceramics, by Ben Vautier

On page 280 of Ben Vautier. Is everything art?

©2015 Museum Tinguely, Basel, Kehrer Verlag Heidelberg Berlin, authors,  artists and photographers [and translator!]. ISBN 978-3-86828-649-6

I do not know why, but ceramic attracts me. Kneading the clay (a return to childhood), putting your finger up your nose, touching your shit. Walking in the mud. All that you cannot do. Every time I have a piece of malleable clay in my hand, I roll it up and I make a dick out of it. It is the easiest shape. I do not like in Vallauris the varnish that shines everywhere, so my pieces will not be varnished. I want to make heads, monsters’ heads.

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