An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. ‘Can they be brought together?’ This is a practical question. We must get down to it. ‘I despise intelligence’ really means: ‘I cannot bear my doubts.’
"A large, frozen block of ink and water and a light bulb and cord extending from the center of the room. The light is turned on, and its heat slowly begins to transform the ominous black block of ice in which it is set. Eventually, what begins as minimal plinth of frozen water becomes an abstract puddle, raising questions about the work’s essential form."