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I'm afraid this is not a manifesto, but only confused remarks from a young artist. Praise for search, doubt, a quiet voice - this format would probably have been easier for me.

There are only a few things that I am currently sure of and would like to state:

1. The scratches you left on my back are art.

2. The glitter I caught at the SBHR concert is art.

3. A five-day work week in a government institution is death for a person who cherishes the artist within him.

I require an extra day off to leaf through books, pace around the room, sort through an archive of disturbing self-portraits, draw and think, count ducklings on the pond and try to figure out how to use damn Photoshop. No salary reduction.

Masha