What was great about the fifties is that for one brief moment – maybe, say, six weeks – nobody understood art. That’s why it all happened. Because for a short while, these people were left alone. Six weeks is all it takes to get started. But there’s no place now where you can hide out for six weeks in this town.Portrait of Iris Clert via UbuWeb.
—Morton Feldman, "Give My Regards to Eighth Street"