There's art that I would readily buy if I could afford it, and enjoy, but would never write about because it doesn't seem significant.

It's possible I am the only art critic that a lot of people read. And maybe Robert Hughes, if he's still writing.

I think being interested is really what being civilized is about. I mean, you have to be conscious of everything.

I have painted enough to have a lot of respect for mediocre painters. It's really hard.

The artist is a strange being. I think it's safe to say that a real artist is conscious of having a personal singularity that is partly a blessing and partly a curse. An artist enjoys and suffers from isolation. As solitude, isolation can nurture. It can also destroy.

Art teachers are always the doormats of the previous generation.

I find that the mask of the critic is to have distance.