The very paradigm of revolution, of right versus wrong, good versus bad, is a relic with no bearing on the present. Yet artists, exhibitions, and curators valorize the sixties. People who wrote about these artists 30 years ago still write about them in the same ways, often for the same magazines.

In the late nineties, Katy Grannan began making haunting photographs of people who had extraordinary inner yens to be seen by strangers.

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

Decades ago, Gerhard Richter found a painterly philosopher's stone. Like Jackson Pollock before him, he discovered something that had been in painting all along, always overlooked or discounted.

Art is changing. Again. Here. Now. Opportunities to witness this are rare, so attend and observe.

I'm not for or against video - or any medium or style, for that matter.

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