My job as art critic is to watch artists dance naked in public, and then I will, in turn, dance naked critically in public.

Anyone who relishes art should love the extraordinary diversity and psychic magic of our art galleries. There's likely more combined square footage for the showing of art on one New York block - West 24th Street between Tenth and Eleventh Avenues - than in all of Amsterdam's or Hamburg's galleries.

Craft is not a category; it's a means. The folks running the museum [Museum of Arts and Design]are sharp, and they know this, but they are in a bind.

There are many, many art worlds. Art contains multitudes.

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

Any negative review you write, they'll say, "Oh, you're being so mean." I think the problem with a lot of criticism is that too many critics either write just description or they write in a Mandarin jargon that only a handful of people can understand, or they write happy criticis - everything is good that they write about. I think that's really not good. I think it's damaged a lot of our critical voices.

Calling a young artist 'great' these days can give one the heebie-jeebies: The word has been denatured in the past decade.