One of the ongoing projects of modern art, and probably its most serious, is to tell what it’s really like to be living here now. Not what it’s like on television or in advertisements, not what it’s like to be a cohort, but what it’s like to be a man or a woman in that unique body that’s always living an odd life. Against the forces of false persuasion the artist offers an undeniable sort of truth, stated in simple human terms, minus the jargon and the emblems of expertise and false authority. It’s always a voice and the voice always says: this is how it is for me, and I hope you understand.
— John Rosenthal said that