I love looking at sculpture, but there's some sort of spell that's broken with it.
I don't really get excited about good things happening to me.
I think you do kind of slip into a trance when you look at a painting. At least I do.
I remember looking at books when I was in high school, but I don't think I really stood in front of a genuine painting or sculpture until I was out of high school.
I've always liked the fact that galleries are free to visit in New York.
You have the 20th century wrapping up and everything is moving at this breakneck speed? And then, painting is still walking. It's just a very human activity that takes time.