But art is never an end in itself; it is only a tool for blazing life lines, in other words, all of those real becomings that are not produced only in art, and all of those active escapes that do not consist in fleeing into art, taking refuge in art, and all of those positive deterritorializations that never retettitoriazlie on art, but instead sweep it away with them toward the realms of the asignifying, asubjective, and faceless.

DELEUZE GUATTARI, A Thousand Plateaus, Zero: Facility, 187