There is just one art.
There is just one museum of fine art.
There is just one art history, one art evolution, one art progress.
There is just one aesthetics, just one art idea, one art meaning, one ART principle, one art force.
There is just one truth in art, just one form, one secrecy.
There is just one artist always.
There is just the artist in the artist as the artist-as-artist.
There is just the one art process, the one art invention, the one art discovery, the one art routine.
There is just the one art-work, just the one art-working,
just one art non-working, just one ritual, one attention.
There is just one side, one way, one freedom.
There is just one edge, one framework, one ground, one existence, one fabric, one focus.
There is just one problem, one task, one obligation, one struggle, one victory, one discipline.
There is just one negation, one value, one symmetry, one monochrome,
one touch, one energy, one shape.
There is just one method, one manner, one interlace, one overall, one overlap,
one order, one rule, one thought, one spontaneity.
There is just one shape, one square, one execution, one transcendence.
There is just one materiality, one density, one presence, one absence, one disembodiment.
There is just one simplicity, one complexity, one spirituality, one uselessness, one meaninglessness.
There is just one statement, one technique, one texture, one importance, one silence, one texturelessness.
There is just one reason, one means, one emptiness, one irreducibility, one END.
There is just one art-morality, just one art-immorality, one art-enemy,
one ART-indignity, one ART-punishment, one ART-crime, one ART-danger,
one ART-conscience, one ART-guilt, one ART-virtue, one ART-reward.
There is just one art, one artlessness, one painting, one painterlilessness, one effortlessness.
There is one difference, one sameness, one consciousnessness, one nothingness, one rightness,
one indivisibility, one diversity, one essence, one finess.
There is just one thing to be said, just one thing that cannot be said...
There is just one painting everytime.
There is just one direction, one directionlessness, one form, one formlessness,
one formula, one formulalessness, one formulation.
There is just one image, one imagelessness, one plane, one depth, one flatness, one color, one colorlessness, one light, one space, one time.
There is just one repetition, one destruction, one construction, one dissolution,
one evanescence, one abstraction, one rhythm.
There is just one qualitylessness, one object, one subject.
There is just one style, one stylelessness, one matter, one sequence, one series,
one conviction, one tradition.
There is just one participation, one perception, one invisibility, one insight.
Ad Reinhardt, Poor Old Tired Horse, no. 18 (no date)