Now that photo is all over the internet, completely out of my control.

Genet disdained bourgeois pretension, as did Walser, who lived an almost Gandhian simplicity.

Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.”

“visible wretchedness is counterbalanced by a hidden glory.”

I begin to wonder if it’s not just the modernist paradigm kicking in, that a metadiscourse is always more satisfying: painting about painting, photographs about photography, and writing about writing.

an avowed partisan of the underclass, the marginalized, the poor.

So much of what we see in galleries is responding to the imperative to overproduce, overenlarge, overconsume, and for artists with ascending and funded careers this trajectory can seem all but unavoidable. As Roberta Smith points out, the primary meaning of these works is often: “I made this because I can.”

The stars above, the plants below.

Hungover. Sniffly. Sound of bells. Sound of singing. Crash of stocks.