Brown is not a color, but a state, a state of mind. Gentleman never wear brown, it is said. One can extend this and say artists avoid brown because it is not a color, but a state of mind or a political manifesto. Not only the Nazis and the bourgeoisie is brown. Brown is the result of a failed attempt to give life a color. The mixing of all possible colors inevitably ends in a brown sauce – a terrible mess. The same happens in our bodies and therefore we produce a lot of shit. But out of this muck grows lettuce, potatoes, yellow bananas and beautiful green melons. Thanks braun! I love the clay-covered body of my performers, I love the brown broth my Venus is born from.
Brown is beautiful! Shit! – I hate it!