There's Something Pleasing About Large, Well-lit Spaces.

Living And Working For Four Decades In A Bologna Apartment And Studio He Shared With His Unwed Sisters, Morandi Painted Little But Bottles, Boxes, Jars, And Vases. Yet Like That Of Chardin And The Underappreciated William Nicholson, Morandi's Work Seems To Slow Down Time And Show You Things You've Never Seen Before.

I See 30 To 40 Gallery Shows A Week, And No Matter What Kind Of Mood I'm In, No Matter How Bad The Art Is, I Almost Always Feel Better Afterward. I Can Learn As Much From Bad Art As From Good.

The Giant White Cube Is Now Impeding Rather Than Enhancing The Rhythms Of Art. It Preprograms A Viewer's Journey, Shifts The Emphasis From Process To Product, And Lacks Individuality And Openness. It's Not That Art Should Be Seen Only In Rutty Bombed-out Environments, But It Should Seem Alive.

Decades Ago, Gerhard Richter Found A Painterly Philosopher's Stone. Like Jackson Pollock Before Him, He Discovered Something That Had Been In Painting All Along, Always Overlooked Or Discounted.

Art Is A Way Of Showing The Outside World What Your Inside World Is Like.