I know it's dangerous to take on bloggers. They can go after you every day, all day long, and anonymous people can chime in, too.

I often find myself privately stewing about much British art, thinking that except for their tremendous gardens, that the English are not primarily visual artists, and are, in nearly unsurpassable ways, literary.

Every movement that slays its gods creates new ones, of course. I loathe talk of the sixties and seventies being a 'Greatest Generation' of artists, but if we're going to use such idiotic appellations, let this one also be applied to the artists, curators, and gallerists who emerged in the first half of the nineties.

Those who love him love that he sells the most art; they take it as a point of faith that this proves Kinkade is the best. But his fans don't only rely on this supply-and-demand justification. They go back to values.

I like that the art world isn't regulated.

The Met is not only the finest encyclopedic museum of art in the United States; it is arguably the finest anywhere.

Being critical of art is a way of showing art respect.