I have a soft spot for art that, in terms of subject matter and material, is in bad taste.

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

The art world is an all-volunteer force. No one has to be here if he or she doesn't want to be, and we should be associating with anyone we want to.

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

The price of a work of art has nothing to do with what the work of art is, can do, or is worth on an existential, alchemical level.

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.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But, to us, anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance, alone or together, we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.