There Are Many, Many Art Worlds. Art

The Reason I Love Blogs So Much Right Now Is That I Am Seeing More Critical Voices Appear, And That's Kind Of Thrilling. I Think A Lot Of Critics In Their Forties Or Even Their Thirties Have Had Their Voice Scared Or Trained Out Of Them By The Academy. I Have Nothing Against The Academy. I Think It's Brilliant And Fantastic, But I Also Think That It's Become Almost Monolithic. The Same Way A Lot Of Art Looks The Same, A Lot Of Writing Can Sound The Same And Quotes The Same Theorists.

I Rage Against Vincent Van Gogh For Needing To Die At 37, After Painting For Only Ten Years.

Only An Artist As Preternaturally Acute And Copacetic, As Oddly Visionary And Just Odd As Richard Artschwager Would Be Able To Lay Out The Whole Course Of Human Evolution And Have It Make Some Kind Of Sense While Also Seeming Like A Dazzling Insight.

Urs Fischer Specializes In Making Jaws Drop. Cutting Giant Holes In Gallery Walls, Digging A Crater In Gavin Brown's Gallery Floor In 2007, Creating Amazing Hyperrealist Wallpaper For A Group Show At Tony Shafrazi: It All Percolates With Uncanny Destructiveness, Operatic Uncontrollability, And Barbaric Sculptural Power.

Venice Is The Perfect Place For A Phase Of Art To Die. No Other City On Earth Embraces Entropy Quite Like This Magical Floating Mall.