I advise students on the subject of color as follows: If it looks good enough to eat, use it.

It is essential for me to become involved in another search, and 'search' is the proper word to use because it promises discovery along with the risk.

Every time some new huckster of angst-ridden metaphor is appointed by Art Forum, the congregation genuflects, stroking the catalog like a handful of Rosary beads, and starts spreading that old gospel according to Hyperbole. No questions asked... And thus the bill of goods is sold, all along the line. An art historical snake, swallowing its own tale.

By and large, the making of serious, thoughtful and occasionally valuable art has become a lonely persuasion, while the marketing of art has become a boutique operation, manipulated by fashion, self-serving art scholars and the vagaries of the auction block.

The art world is now a fashion industry, led by its Whitney Biennial 'nose for the new look.' But nobody, it seems, has the guts or the brains to blow the necessary whistle and holler, 'Hold on guys! What the hell is this ugly bit of business?

I advise students on the subject of color as follows: If it looks good enough to eat, use it.

Collage-making, for me, is basically an act of painting, allowing me to indulge in an appetite for immediacy.