Run! Hide! Scream!!
Groan!!
While You May.
Walls are
Shattering, The Ground Crumbling
The Air
Polluted
A Cry ...
In This Wilderness
Of Desolation
And secure us with shallow, repetitious decorations.
An escapist fireplace to warm our illusions over.
A blank wall to cogitate inactive withdrawal.
Cold geometries calculate our final destiny—a fallout of annihilation.
The plastic arts do have the magic, the answers, the potency for the dedicated, searching and humanly invoIved artist, more than ever in our times.
The March Gallery is a co-op gallery where the artist spends his own hard earned money and time not only on paint and canvas and materials of his craft, but must pay rent on the gallery, electricity, printing, mailing, photographs, etc., etc.
We at the March Gallery have something to say!
Source: Lurie, Boris; Krim, Seymour: NO!art, Cologne 1988