Marcel Duchamp

I have traded brushes for ideas, spectacle for subtlety. My work is not in the hand but in the mind that chooses. I place a urinal on its side, write a name, and watch the world convulse — not because I seek chaos, but because I find it delicious. I play chess with the same seriousness I once gave to canvases, and perhaps more devotion. Coffee, black. Moves, precise. Art, redefined.