Art Is Good, Bad, Boring, Ugly, Useful

I Like Something About George W. Bush. A Lot. After Spending More Than A Decade Having Almost Physiological-chemical Reactions Anytime I Saw Him, Getting The Heebie-jeebies Whenever He Spoke - After Being Sure From The Start That He Was A Gremlin On The Wing Of America - I Really Like The Paintings Of George W. Bush.

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).

'the Night Cafe' And 'the Starry Night' Still Emit Such Pathos, Density, And Intensity That They Send Shivers Down The Spine. Whether Van Gogh Thought In Color Or Felt With His Intellect, The Radical Color, Dynamic Distortion, Heart, Soul, And Part-by-part Structure In These Paintings Make Him A Bridge To A New Vision And The Vision Itself.

Marlene Dumas Is One Of The Two Or Three Most Successful Female Artists Alive, If You Judge By Prices. I've Never Reviewed Her Work, Because I Find Nothing In It To Get Excited About No Matter How Hard I Look.

Outside Museums, In Noisy Public Squares, People Look At People. Inside Museums, We Leave That Realm And Enter What Might Be Called The Group-mind, Getting Quiet To Look At Art.