The Art of Making Art Without Lifting a Finger

This story was about a man name Ray Johnson that killed himself by jumping off a bridge. The story talks about how his lover, a sculptor name Richard Lippold who knew Johnson best felt as if he didn’t know Johnson as well as he thought he did. “Now that I think of him after his death, I don’t think I really knew who he was. It very hard for me to say that. But who was this man? He kept so much of himself to himself.” Johnson was found with 1600.00 dollars in his wallet, which was surprising to many people because he always talked about being broke. But the true of the matter is that he had 400,000 in the bank. Most of the story is talking about his life and questioning why he would kill himself. The story also talks about death being a form of art, as well as life. Neither is life, of course, and we may learn from these artists something about how to conceive of our own ordinary existence-about how to live and die, more constructively or at least alertly. I really do not agree on the whole death being a form of art.