When Art Wins, Everyone Wins.

Art Schools Are Partly The Villain Here. (never Mind That I Teach In Them.) This Generation Of Artists Is The First To Have Been So Widely Credentialed, And Its Young Members So Fetishize The Work Beloved By Their Teachers That Their Work Ceases To Talk About Anything Else. Instead Of Enlarging Our View Of Being Human, It Contains Safe Rehashing Of Received Ideas About Received Ideas. This Is A Melancholy Romance With Artistic Ruins, Homesickness For A Bygone Era. This Yearning May Be Earnest, But It Stunts Their Work, And By Turn The Broader Culture.

Photography Is The Easiest Thing To Make, And One Of The Hardest Things To Make Well.

Jeffrey Deitch Is The Jeff Koons Of Art Dealers. Not Because He's The Biggest, Best, Or The Richest Of His Kind. But Because In Some Ways He's The Weirdest (which Is Saying A Lot When You're Talking About The Wonderful, Wicked, Lovable, And Annoying Creatures Known As Art Dealers).

After Too Much Art That Made Too Much Sense, Artists Are Operating Blind Again. They're More Interested In The Possible Than The Probable, The Private That Speaks Publicly Rather Than The Public With No Private Side At All.

Galleries Began Growing In Both Number And Size In The Late Seventies, When Artists Who Worked In Lofts Wanted To Exhibit Their Work In Spaces Similar To The Ones The Art Was Made In.