My very best teachers were the ones who, at the appropriate moment, asked the right questions instead of giving ready-made answers. There’s something about the quality of a good question that intrigues.

This summer I was given the gift of a booklet written by Peter Fischli and David Weiss… the book contains a cornucopia of questions, the title being nothing less than; Findet mich das Glück? Questions like – How long is the Nile? Am I my car? Who owns Paris? Why doesn’t she phone…?
I sat in the garden and read the whole thing – takes about fifteen minutes. Sometimes a smile would cross my lips (some of the questions, like the above mentioned, are simply wonderful) but sometimes I would just feel annoyed with the self-preoccupied stuff that some conceptual artists come out with! This always turning inwards and circling…This existence that continually questions its own existence! Irritatingly so. And of course critics will tell us that this is precisely the role of Art today – irritation…

Anyway, I do agree that the role of Art and literature is to set a ball rolling. So when I closed the book, still in the garden, I jotted down some questions of my own…

A word of warning, however; be careful with whom you share these. Make sure that person is a good friend first! This is not for the feeble-hearted…

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