Why are you conducting this interview?
Because interview is a frequently abused form and self is a seemingly virginal patch of fertile content.
Why are you conducting this interview?
So that I can find out what's been desclassified.
Why is that necessary?
It´s a way to keep alert, a kind of sanitation.
Why are you conducting this interview?
So that I can protect myself.
From what?
From people's imagination.
How can you protect with words?
Words ward off oblivion.
Why are you conducting this interview?
It''s a way of releasing guilt.
Why are you conducting this interview?
I want to crystalize the daily situation of talking to myself.
Why are you conducting this interview?
In order to relax my mind from daily obsessions.
Why are you conducting this interview?
In order to formalize and idolate myself.
Why are you conducting this interview?
In order to enter the consciosness of others.
What are you?
A hunger
What are you?
A smiling hunger.
What are you?
Inwardly I am an erotic sadness, outwardly I am a home-made process for unraveling meanings.
What are you?
I am an intermittent escapee from a more traditional behaviour.
What makes you go away?
Desire for understanding.
What makes you come back?
Ancient uncontrollable signals.
What are you?
In the sense that I am an active irrational artist I am an early stage of a mutation. Also I am a beneficial impediment.
A what?
A slyghtly sadistic entertainer.
What are you?
An intense supersticious lover and hater of people.
What are you doing?
I am trying to synthesize love.
What are you doing?
Trying to evaluate and use what I've got.
How old are you?
Nineteen hundred and seventy-one.
Say it differently.
I am as old as the things I know.
How old are you?
I panic when I tink of it.
Why?
It's a bowel-control anxiety.
How old are you?
Thirty-five.
How old is that?
Old enough to often get a tench of death.
What frightens you?
The separation between me and the things I see.
What frightens you?
The possibility of evil.
Are you a very moral person?
Outwardly yes. Inwardly I get glimpses of the cannibal, the selfish autocrat, the destroyer of things, the suicide.
What frightens you?
The needs of other people.
What is art?
The physical look of humanity.
Of wath value is art?
It protects my adult existence.
How?
I can be pretty abnormal without having to isolatedly receive society's contempt or punishments. My separation is institutionalized.
Of wath value is art?
It is necessary component of being human.
Of wath value is art?
It allows me to be revolucionary in a constitutional democracy.
Are you political?
Only in terms of art.
Why?
Regular society is out of my line.
Do you like society as it is now?
No, but neither do I like the weather.
Tell me a problem.
How can I get to accept, tolerate, live with and enjoy myself?
How do you cope with your body?
Carefully.
Is there something supernatural, undernatural, or other abot your body?
I sometimes control portions of it. I speak to it, telling it not to let me down. It's like another person. That's why when people make comments about my body I feel peculiar. They can't see my separation from it.
What do you fear about your body?
Its biology.
What do you fear about your mind?
Its passions.
What do you like about your body?
It takes me into the lives of other people.
What do you like about your mind?
Its conversation.
What's the most frequent question you asked yourself?
What am I going to do now.
Aren't you an artist?
Not always, there are unfortunate pauses, periods when I am anything but an artist.
When did you became an artist?
I set out to become one about twenty years ago. I was told that I was one about ten years ago, and now I am beginning to feel unembarassed by it.
What embarrassment?
The proximity to the great men of the past.
What embarrassment?
The jealousy of other people.
What embarrassment?
The formal exposure of my psyche.
Is it very embarrassing?
No. It used to be embarrassing. Now there is some satisfaction in not being embarrased by it anymore.
What are the first question you ask others?
What do you want from me and what do you have that I may want.
Does it work?
No. I have to deduce their answer through their actions and it might take between a week and two years.
Do you like others?
Yes.
Why don't you live with others on a daily basis?
Because I haven't found a good servant-master.
How come other people manage?
It's a wonder to me.
What are you?
I am everything that everybody is only differently.
Isn't everybody like that?
Yes.
Tell me more.
The word artist says enough.
Are you an object maker?
I am a thing maker.
What's the difference?
A thing is less clear and more inclusive.
Do you like well made things?
Yes. Well made things including well made thougths. I also like things that are not well made, but I like them less. Sometimes I like terrible things.
Are you accepted as an artist?
By some. Most of my work was done to prove others including myself that I was an artist rather than because I was one. Or it was the opposite. One doesn't always know what one is.
Do you like to be called artist?
Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. I like antagonism and temporary anonymity.
If you were alone in the world would you be an artist?
I am alone in the world.
Are you alone in the world?
I am alone in a world full of nice and unnice people.
For whom are you making art?
For the adults in my past, for anyone who will look and wonder and let me live, and for the unnamables who will come in the future.
Why are you making art?
So that I can forget my separantness from everything else.
What are you running away from?
From people's evaluations.
Why are you sentimental?
Because I am unsatisfied.
What did one year of therapy do for you?
It was better than taking a course in psychology.
What is interesting about psychology?
The adults in my past talked about it with a mixture of respect and horror. They loved to tell me that if one read or thougth too much long one became crazy. I was interested in this curious mind that could spoil under misuse.
Why didn't you become a psychologist?
The course I took in college was full of dull charts and statistics. I wasn't interested in math.
Are you nice to people.
No. I am accurate about my feelings.
Do you want to be wealthy?
Not any more.
Why?
Wealth is a profession.
Don't you want to have wealth?
I want just enough to live and do my work without feeling that I have to give something away out of guil or generosity.
What's wrong with generosity?
It perpetuates a moneyed aristocracy.
Do you want your work to be perserved?
Either actually or photographically or descriptively.
What's the need for a tomb?
I want my spiritual and corporeal hunger to be remembered.
Why don't you keep your problems and your pleasures to yourself?
Because I'm universalizing them.
Isn't that a little pretensious?
No, it's a little fatherly.
Why is it easier to make art than to deal with people?
Making art is dealing with people on your own terms. The ideal way of using people is using them clay, but that being out of the question, except for lunatics and leaders, art is a good alternative.
Why is art a profession?
Because it's hard work. Besides, all parts of awareness are categorized and professionalized.
Since when?
Ever since humanity.
Are you a professional artist?
Well, I find it weird being called a professional. After I've done some art I'm pretty much where I started from even if I'm not. Art stops being what I made and it has to be something I haven't made. Tomorrow I may not be able to do art. There is no guarantee.
What has the acceptance of your work by others done to your character?
It has erased my ninety-five-pound weakling image.
Tell me a problem.
I have difficulty in understanding how the world began, if it did begin, how did I begin, and how does anything I do begin. I have a few minutes of intelligent perplexity whenever I bring up these enigmas and then I get drowsy and want to sleep in someone's protective amplitude.
Who is that someone?
A conglomerate of many people from my past, particularly those who knew more than I did.
What word describes your dealings with people?
In terms of feeling the word is eroticism, in terms of dealing the word is criticism.
How criticism?
I am a question-oriented. I ask why to anything that is presented as a fact. It puts people on the defensive and often they expose some privacies.
Why do you like to see their weapons?
It's a kind of knowledge, sniffing them out to see if they are like me or if they are different, how they are different from the people that they remind me of.
Are you superstitious?
In my conscious dealings I always leave a margin for the unexpected.
Are you an indoors person or an outdoors person?
Indoors. The outdoors is a luxury and a drug. Going out is like going on an expedition even if I'm going out to buy some bread.
Why do you dislike leaving your house?
Someone migth call me.
Why do you dislike leaving your house?
I might get los or lose all the people I've known.
Why do you like indoors?
Because I'm domesticated.
What does that mean?
It's a contemplative situation.
Isn't contemplation possible outdoors?
There are too many distractions and dissatisfactions with the mutiple presentations of beauty.
Why don't you drive?
I don't trust my killer instincts.
Do you kill the animals you eat?
I kill the containers in wich the flesh of the animals is packed.
Do you have any animals?
Only those that come of their own suicidal accord like roaches, spiders, flies, moths and mosquitoes.
Do you have any things that move in your appartment?
The TV, gas flame and water.
What is your reflection to you?
A disembodied relative.
Does your apartment tend to be sparse or cluttered?
Cluttered. I like to have within visual and physical grasp the tools and materials that I work with.
Do you live where you work?
Yes. There is a mixing of the two.
Have you considered yourself as a work?
I have been working on that.
Are you Christifying yourself?
Everything is traceable to everything else.
Why do you want a megaphone, why reach millions?
I don't want to reach millions but the equivalent os myself amog those millions.
What for?
For continuity.
LUCAS SAMARAS, Another Autointerview, (1971)