Capitalism and power politics have made our generation creatively sluggish, and our vital art is mired in a broad bourgeois philistinism.
Artistic development is a thing of the past, sadly.
I think in our culture there's been a tendency for people to blame the audience. There is a tendency in our industry to say, 'The audience has left the building. People don't want culture anymore.'
Limited means often constitute the charm and force of primitive painting. Extension, on the contrary, leads the arts to decadence.
When we finally become total slaves of mobile phones, then maybe theatre will die.
Because the stuff that they feed kids now, they'll have a bunch of idiots in the next millennium as far as art and culture is concerned.
Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.
Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.
The so-called alleged 'art' of the video - well, the video has killed the radio star, but the video star killed the live musician, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
The days of the painter at the Bauhaus appear to be truly over. They are estranged from the actual core of present activities, and their influence is more restricting than inspiring.
Since art is dead in the actual life of civilized nations, it has been relegated to these grotesque morgues, museums.
Greater completion marks the progress of art, absolute completion usually its decline.
Art once made a cult of beauty. Now we have a cult of ugliness instead. This has made art into an elaborate joke, one which by now has ceased to be funny.
People can't draw now and don't feel it's necessary. Art students don't seem to want to draw.
We're a depraved civilization. All this technology, all the computer games and the iPhones... nobody will sit for art anymore. What a dismaying state of humanity.
Yes, bad or mediocre ballets can be useful to the dancers and temporarily fun for the audience, but in the long run, the lowering of standards can only erode the art form we all love.
The art world is molting - some would say melting. Galleries are closing; museums are scaling back.
Book-jacket design may become a lost art, like album-cover design, without which late-20th-century iconography would have been pauperized.
As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.
The job at Brooklyn is interesting because Brooklyn reflects what happened to university art departments everywhere. It might be the worst department now, and yet at one point it was the best in the country.
