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There's A Lot Of Hate Mail From Readers. There's Hate Mail, Threats, Stalkers... I Think That I'm Bulletproof Every Week When I've Turned Something In. I Think, I'm A God.

I Think That Cynicism Is The Enemy. Cynicism Thinks It Knows How Things Work. "oh Yeah, You Know How That Works." I Think Uncertainty Is The Thing You Have To Keep Embracing. You Have To Keep Saying, I Actually Don't Know, And Going Out Is Going To Tell Me Something Every Time.

Now People Look At 'the Scream' Or Van Gogh's 'irises' Or A Picasso And See Its New Content: Money. Auction Houses Inherently Equate Capital With Value.

When The Purse Strings Tighten Up At Museums, The Institutions Usually Cut Back And Cancel Shows. That's Exactly The Wrong Reaction. In Fact, Now Is A Good Time For Them To Loosen Up - A Chance To Breathe And Experiment A Little - And Go For The Juicy Solution Lurking In Their Own Basements.

I See Around 100 Shows A Month, Going From Niketown-size Palaces Where You Feel Like Yelling, To Storefronts In Bushwick. Each Has To Pay The Bills; Keep Artists Happy; And Cope With Collectors (oy!), Curators (ay-yi-yi), Critics (woo-hoo!), And Occasionally Plumbers. That Their Fiscal Life Often Hangs In The Balance Only Adds To The Energy.