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Literature has drawn a funny perimeter that other art forms haven't.

I owe much to mother. She had an expert's understanding but also approached art emotionally.

Deals are my art form. Other people paint beautifully on canvas or write wonderful poetry. I like making deals preferably big deals. That's how I get my kicks.

The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity the dread of doing what has been done before.

In fact in many ways my mother was quite hippy-dippy serving macrobiotic food and reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.'

Actually I think Art lies in both directions - the broad strokes big picture but on the other hand the minute examination of the apparently mundane. Seeing the whole world in a grain of sand that kind of thing.

In the world of language or in other words in the world of art and liberal education religion necessarily appears as mythology or as Bible.

One of the things you're doing when you make art apart from entertaining yourself and other people is trying to see what ways of working feel good what feels right.

The smart thing in the art world is to have one good idea and never have another.

Modernity signifies the transitory the fugitive the contingent the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.

Modernity is the transitory the fugitive the contingent which make up one half of art the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element which is constantly changing must not be despised or neglected.

Becoming emancipated at 14 my life wasn't normal. I didn't have to go to school so I didn't. I was rebellious by nature. I spent my 20s focusing on my company Flower Films and producing movies. Now that I'm almost 30 I would like to try other things in lie. I'm crazy about photography and I want to take an art history class.

Jazz is known all over the world as an American musical art form and that's it. No America no jazz. I've seen people try to connect it to other countries for instance to Africa but it doesn't have a damn thing to do with Africa.

Modernity is the transient the fleeting the contingent it is one half of art the other being the eternal and the immovable.

Of course art world ethics are important. But museums are no purer than any other institution or business. Academics aren't necessarily more high-minded than gallerists.

A metaphysical tour de force of untethered meaning and involuting interlocking contrapuntal rhythms 'The Clock' is more than a movie or even a work of art. It is so strange and other-ish that it becomes a stream-of-consciousness algorithm unto itself - something almost inhuman.

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.

Many art-worlders have an if-you-say-so approach to art: Everyone is so scared of missing out on the next hot artist that it's never clear whether people are liking work because they like it or because other people do. Everyone is keeping up with the Joneses and there are more Joneses than ever.

If only we could persuade galleries to observe a fallow period in which for two months every other year new and old works of art could be sold in back rooms and all main galleries would be devoted to revisiting shows gone by.

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.

Venice is the perfect place for a phase of art to die. No other city on earth embraces entropy quite like this magical floating mall.

My culture-deprived aspirational mother dragged me once a month from our northern suburb - where the word art never came up - to the Art Institute of Chicago. I hated it.

All art comes from other art and all immigrants come from other places.