Giant group events are distorting organisms: You can like and hate them in rapid succession.

The art world is molting - some would say melting. Galleries are closing; museums are scaling back.

Venice is the perfect place for a phase of art to die. No other city on earth embraces entropy quite like this magical floating mall.

New Yorkers only cross water for visual culture if the water is an ocean. The East River throws us for a huge loop. If we started going to Queens and the Bronx for visual culture, many of our rent, space, and crowding problems would be over indefinitely.

Once artists are expected to shock, it's that much harder for them to do so.

Don’t go to a museum with a destination. Museums are wormholes to other worlds. There are ecstasy machines. Follow your eyes to wherever they lead you, stop, get very quiet, and the world should begin to change for you. And if you see me, say something! We can talk about it together.

Nearly a half-century on from feminism, simply being a woman artist is still a revolutionary act. And getting one's work shown continues to be met by enormous inbuilt resistance.