I grabbed my mom and I went to the couch and I said 'Mom I want to ask Jesus to come into my heart.' And I got on my knee and I asked Jesus to come into my heart forgive me of my sins and make me a child of God.
In 1998 Artnet was the site that convinced me that if my writing didn't exist online it didn't exist at all. It showed me criticism's future.
John Currin's exaggerated realism and his twisted women kept me off balance...
Too many younger artists critics and curators are fetishizing the sixties...
Just as Pollock used the drip to meld process and product Richter 'found'...
I write a lot too, so I would like to write or direct in the future if I...
I feel that the year ahead for me will be full of...
I don't know what my future is.
