The Secret Of Food Lies In Memory

When Art Wins, Everyone Wins.

Calling A Young Artist 'great' These Days Can Give One The Heebie-jeebies: The Word Has Been Denatured In The Past Decade.

Although I Adore The Italian High Renaissance, I'd Rather Look At Mannerism. The Former Is Ordered, Integrated, Otherworldly, And Grandiose; It Leaves You Feeling Hungry For Something Flawed And Of-the-flesh.

One Argument Goes That Recessions Are Good For Female Artists Because When Money Flies Out The Window, Women Are Allowed In The House. The Other Claims That When Money Ebbs, So Do Prospects For Women.

When I Criticize Joseph Beuys Or Francis Bacon, Nobody Calls Those Opinions Anti-male. Putting Female Artists Or Their Subject Matter Off-limits Is Itself Sexist And Limiting.