Too many younger artists, critics, and curators are fetishizing the sixties, transforming the period into a deformed cult, a fantasy religion, a hip brand, and a crippling disease.

Poor Georgia O'Keeffe. Death didn't soften the opinions of the art world toward her paintings.

Art is a self-replicating force.

Giorgio Morandi's paintings make me think that artists may not totally choose, or even control, their subjects or style.

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 don't often go to curator or artist walk-throughs of exhibitions. For a critic, it feels like cheating. I want to see shows with my own eyes, making my own mistakes, viewing exhibitions the way most of their audience sees them.

Rumors sound of galleries asking artists for upsized art and more of it. I've heard of photographers asked to print larger to increase the wall power and salability of their work. Everything winds up set to maximum in order to feed the beast.