My disgust with art critics has been cleansed in what I can only
describe as the waste water treatment plant of an elevated artistic
practice.
I don’t want to offend the easily offended, but it looks to me like
he’s wasting the waste water. Maybe he could incorporate something like this:
On the other hand, go guy go. Name an accident, and it’s yours. The critic quoted in this interview, New York’s Jerry Kimmelman, does not exist, which suggests the artist might not exist either. I like him anyhow. Who says an artist has to be real to do real work?
(From 39 Forks)
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