If you teach your children nothing else, teach them the Golden Rule and "righty-tighty, lefty-loosey.
Art has political consequences, which is to say, it reorganizes society and creates constituencies of people around it.
Bad taste is real taste, of course, and good taste is the residue of someone else's privilege.
Beauty is and always will be blue skies and open highway.
. . . There are issues worth advancing in images worth admiring; and the truth is never "plain," nor appearances ever "sincere. " To try to make them so is to neutralize the primary, gorgeous eccentricity of imagery in Western culture since the Reformation: the fact that it cannot be trusted, that imagery is always presumed to be proposing something contestable and controversial. This is the sheer, ebullient, slithering, dangerous fun of it. No image is presumed inviolable in our dance hall of visual politics, and all images are potentially powerful.
Out of sheer perversity, I followed beauty where it lead, into the silence.
In my experience, you always think you know what you're doing; you always think you can explain, but you always discover, years later, that you didn't and you couldn't. This leads me to suspect that the principal function of human reason is to rationalize what your lizard brain demands of you. That's my idea.
A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.
Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.
When you read enough stories about people who have been through different levels of trauma, and it doesn't matter what the history is, trauma is trauma, there's always this freeing of the spirit.
If people get together, so eventually will nations.