SFAI, 1971. graduate seminar is about to begin.
a forgotten student jumped to the stage, the teacher , Fred Martin, not having arrived. That unknown student had been sitting in the dark, with the rest of us, now all unknown to each other. He, took the stage, waling quickly to the center, where he stopped, turned to face the dark figures in chairs, and announced:
I am the art, not the artist. I have no need of this place. I don’t need a master, nor to become one. I announce my graduation.
or, that’s how I recall it; but not him.