I Know What I Like—i Like Art—and

I Trust People Who Are Violent About Art, As Long As They Aren't Closed-minded. But, Unfortunately, Most Art Blowhards Are Also Art Bigots.

Sometimes You Read A Passage By A Great Writer, And You Know What He Says And How He Says It Will Always Be, For You, The Only Possible Way It Could Be. Less Often A Painter Will Describe An Event In A Way That Fits Into Your Interpretation Of That Event So Perfectly That It Becomes The Event Itself.

It's Just Endless What You Can Learn From A Single Work Of Art. You Can Fill Up The Crevices Of Your Life, The Cracks Of Your Life, The Places Where The Mortar Comes Out And Falls Away-you Can Fill It Up With The Love Of Art.

There Is Nothing More Soul-satisfying Than The First Succulent Bite Into The Juicy Frankfurter.

There Comes A Time In Life When You Know What You Like And Have To Make Up Your Mind To Like What You Know, Or At Least Have Begun To Know. In Other Words, You Must Determine In What Direction Your Knowledge Is Leading, Thus Far.