It's art that pushes against psychological and social expectations, that tries to transform decay into something generative, that is replicative in a baroque way, that isn't about progress, and wants to - as Walt Whitman put it - 'contain multitudes.'

In 1998, Artnet was the site that convinced me that if my writing didn't exist online, it didn't exist at all. It showed me criticism's future.

Kinkade's paintings are worthless schmaltz, and the lamestream media that love him are wrong. However, I'd love to see a museum mount a small show of Kinkade's work. I would like the art world and the wider world to argue about him in public, out in the open.

Art is good, bad, boring, ugly, useful to us or not.

Few contemporary artists mined the space between the ordinary and the strange better than Orozco did.

Turns out Picasso's passion for uncertainty, mystery, and the thrill of life never ended.

Recessions are hard on people, but they are not hard on Art.