Artistic development is a thing of the past, sadly.
The Parthenon without the marbles is like a smile with a tooth missing.
Art degraded, Imagination denied.
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree
I've learned you can't take any steps to protect any art. It is so vulnerable.
Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.
In fact, I was too dumb to save any of the old comic books or the old artwork. I used to give them away.
I paint digitally now. A pity, in some ways, as the biggest price one pays is that you no longer have a finished piece of physical art to hang on a wall. I miss that terribly.
She had lost the art of conversation but not, unfortunately, the power of speech.
My artwork gets stolen all the time; it's ridiculous.
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
Since art is dead in the actual life of civilized nations, it has been relegated to these grotesque morgues, museums.
There are many different artforms that are just being lost because the whole digital revolution has homogenized everything, turned it all into Walmart.
I miss Dia. In the early '80s I was a guard at one of Dia's facilities in SoHo, and I'm sad that they closed their Chelsea space.
The destruction of images, the first signs of which reach back to the 1920s, eliminated a lot of kitsch and unworthy art, but ultimately it left behind a void.
