When critics or art historians or curators ask me why I still paint, the answer is that I am not naive.
I never ever approached a dealer. I have always been approached by dealers or curators or whatever.
Painters paint, and history continues to make fools of curators.
Too many younger artists, critics, and curators are fetishizing the sixties, transforming the period into a deformed cult, a fantasy religion, a hip brand, and a crippling disease.
We are the curators of life on earth. We hold it in the palm of our hand.
When you see something special, something inspired, you realise the debt we owe great curators and their unforgettable shows - literally unforgettable because you remember every picture, every wall and every juxtaposition.
A life accumulates a collection: of people, work and perplexities. We are all our own curators.
We are not only a civilization of amateur photographers; we are amateur curators, editors, and publishers.
