Don't Talk. I Can't Hear Myself See.

Calling A Young Artist 'great' These Days Can Give One The Heebie-jeebies: The Word Has Been Denatured In The Past Decade.

There Are Many, Many Art Worlds. Art Contains Multitudes.

I Have A Soft Spot For Art That, In Terms Of Subject Matter And Material, Is In Bad Taste.

Sometimes Good Art Jumps Out At Me; Most Of The Time I See Bad Art, Or See Nothing At All And Just Drift, Feeling Weird, Pretending To Be Fine.

Outside Museums, In Noisy Public Squares, People Look At People. Inside Museums, We Leave That Realm And Enter What Might Be Called The Group-mind, Getting Quiet To Look At Art.