Money Is Something That Can Be Measured;

The Last Time Money Left The Art World, Intrepid Types Maxed Out Their Credit Cards And Opened Galleries, And A Few Of Them Have Become The Best In The World.

I Like Something About George W. Bush. A Lot. After Spending More Than A Decade Having Almost Physiological-chemical Reactions Anytime I Saw Him, Getting The Heebie-jeebies Whenever He Spoke - After Being Sure From The Start That He Was A Gremlin On The Wing Of America - I Really Like The Paintings Of George W. Bush.

There's Something Pleasing About Large, Well-lit Spaces. I Love That Dealers Are Willing To Take Massive Chances In Order To Give This Much Room To Their Artists. Most Of All, I Love That More Galleries Showing More Art Gives More Artists A Shot.

Pictures Artists Staged Their Own Images Or Copied Or Cut Out Others Already In Existence. The Viewer Took Them In Separately, In Sometimes Paradoxical Waves: An Original Image, Then The Manipulations Of It, Then The Places Where Image And Idea Intersected. This Created A Crucial Perceptual Glitch That Irony And Understanding Filled.

In 1998, Artnet Was The Site That Convinced Me That If My Writing Didn't Exist Online, It Didn't Exist At All. It Showed Me Criticism's Future.