There Are Many, Many Art Worlds. Art

My Culture-deprived, Aspirational Mother Dragged Me Once A Month From Our Northern Suburb - Where The Word Art Never Came Up - To The Art Institute Of Chicago. I Hated It.

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.

Certainty Sees Things In Restrictive, Protective, Aggressive Ways, And Thus Isn't Seeing At All.

I Love Rauschenberg. I Love That He Created A Turning Point In Visual History, That He Redefined The Idea Of Beauty, That He Combined Painting, Sculpture, Photography, And Everyday Life With Such Gall, And That He Was Interested In, As He Put It, 'the Ability To Conceive Failure As Progress.'

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.