Anything we do not want to share is worthless. 
Nature strives to create chaos. 
Art searches for a balance in that chaos. 
After war and cannibalism, art is the most hysterical expression of civilization. 
Beauty is a commitment. 
Ugliness is a lack of thought. 
Anything we do not want to share is worthless. 
We show images created by a group of people doing something that another group of people are unable to do. 
We never know what the end result is, or what it should be. 
We call it an endless party for tomorrow. 
The performance for the citizens of Graz is an attempt to share beauty. 
The performance causes chaos, and by seeing what you have not learnt to see, you can create order in it. 
Moreover, we act as a group and you are alone. 
Anything we do not want to share is worthless. 
An artist is always committed. 
His commitment is the search for an autonomous image. 
This autonomous image represents itself and the whole world. 
Separating beauty from truth is anti‐art. 
Art without autonomy is always entertainment. 
The only task an artist takes upon himself is to question beauty and truth. 
All Tomorrow’s Parties is a search for the boundary between art and entertainment. 
A feast at a time when a people loses itself in the party. 
A people that loses itself in a party ceases to exist. 
A party with no reason or purpose is not a party, but an expression of emptiness. 
This feast must have a purpose. That is the job of every reveller. 
This party will be watched. 
A party that is watched is not a party, but an image. 
This image becomes autonomous if it implants itself in the spectator’s memory. 
Striving towards this autonomous image, our goal is what we call a border image. 
We are clowns. 
What is a clown? 
Coulrophobia: a fear of clowns. 
Why are there people who are afraid of clowns? 
Why are we clowns? 
A fool still has his king. A clown doesn’t even have that any more. 
A clown is a self‐portrait of the spectator. 
A clown is a mirror image. 
We are holding up a mirror to you, the people of Graz. 
It is the party. The party for the memory of a party. 
You see a refugee camp or a campsite in the south. 
You see what you have learnt to see. 
It is the distance between the tents that counts. 
Anything we do not want to share is worthless.