The alchemy of good curating amounts to this: Sometimes placing one work of art near another makes one plus one equal three. Two artworks arranged alchemically leave each intact transform both and create a third thing.

A canon is antithetical to everything the New York art world has been about for the past 40 years during which we went from being the center of the art world to being one of many centers.

When money and hype recede from the art world one thing I won't miss will be what curator Francesco Bonami calls the 'Eventocracy.' All this flashy 'art-fair art' and those highly produced space-eating spectacles and installations wow you for a minute until you move on to the next adrenaline event.

It's art that pushes against psychological and social expectations that tries to transform decay into something generative that is replicative in a baroque way that isn't about progress and wants to - as Walt Whitman put it - 'contain multitudes.'

Artistic qualities that once seemed undeniable don't seem so now. Sometimes these fluctuations are only fickleness of taste momentary glitches in an artist's work or an artist getting ahead of his audience (it took me ten years to catch up to Albert Oehlen). Other times however these problems mean there's something wrong with the art.

The New York art world readily proves people wrong. Just when folks say that things stink and flibbertigibbet critics wish the worst on us all because we're not pure enough good omens appear.

Many museums are drawing audiences with art that is ostensibly more entertaining than stuff that just sits and invites contemplation. Interactivity gizmos eating hanging out things that make noise - all are now the norm often edging out much else.

There's something pleasing about large well-lit spaces. I love that dealers are willing to take massive chances in order to give this much room to their artists. Most of all I love that more galleries showing more art gives more artists a shot.

To me nothing in the art world is neutral. The idea of 'disinterest' strikes me as boring dishonest dubious and uninteresting.

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.

Contrary to popular opinion things don't go stale particularly fast in the art world.

Money is something that can be measured art is not. It's all subjective.

The art gods cooked up something special for James Ensor.

Let's talk of a system that transforms all the social organisms into a work of art in which the entire process of work is included... something in which the principle of production and consumption takes on a form of quality. It's a Gigantic project.

I didn't grow up thinking of movies as film or art but as movies something to do on a Saturday afternoon.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

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.

What strikes me is the fact that in our society art has become something which is only related to objects and not to individuals or to life.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

Film editing is now something almost everyone can do at a simple level and enjoy it but to take it to a higher level requires the same dedication and persistence that any art form does.

Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.

Design in art is a recognition of the relation between various things various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it in the fourth dimension. That is with your blood and your bones as well as with your eyes.

To say nothing especially when speaking is half the art of diplomacy.

Everything a writer learns about the art or craft of fiction takes just a little away from his need or desire to write at all. In the end he knows all the tricks and has nothing to say.