sitting on wooden chair, looking at horse, in horse keeper position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them, and until next year my rest is here, like a keeper, breaking branches and facing the horse. demand that wolves, coyotes and a white horse only paint on the walls of hotel rooms and that, in the absence of the seal, whoever found them provided a different idea of what they were doing. An idea that, if left to chance, can turn into a nightmare. No end, he hasn't. He's almost a very smart man.
One of the most thoughtful Ive ever had. The very nature of this exhibition may be an indication of his thoroughness of purpose, but, the vast majority of drawings and paintings that had appeared in the show are only slightly interesting. I find that way to be the case with almost everyone else Ive met. As it were, I think that this is the way that art is supposed to look. Its meant to be a tool for being a human being. The more artists are allowed to express the influence of avant-garde art and the more that the influence is perceived as positive rather than negative, the less intelligent or challenging their work will be. If it is not meant to be art, why not make art that displays the influence of avant-garde influences on its makers rather than that other way? Other artists, at least, who try to make art that is a real result of the influence of avant-garde art are usually only as good as the reference material they use. Some of them are not even trying. As a result, most people tend to be impressed with artists who manage to be both thoughtfully intelligent and really funny. They are the exceptions. There is something morbid, a little comical, and one is left wondering what is happening in the world around them.
-Leo Rubinfien
His partner, Kim Campbell, is a friend of mine and the mother of two of his in-laws. In fact, I'm her son's lover. Kim wouldnt mind. She has a dog who always makes a lovely big sound when you pet her on the head. I have a good feeling for her, Kim. It would be bad if I ever saw it again. I think they realize what I'm saying. As on a dare. He speaks for me. My deepest pleasure is to be your friend, but he knows what I feel. I love you, Sarah.
I dont know if the one who does art is even a good one. If it werent art he'd be a leading man. Of course I would ask. Perhaps some day he will. The work is good but, more than that, it's quite romantic. The human face is instantly detached from any else, and faces we can see as if they were mirroring the picture, an extension of our own reflection. In Art for me it is, like old newspapers, a sentimental, moving thing. The piece was an entirely obvious yes, but who is to say no. This is how the artist wanted to do it and I, for one thing, never liked the idea of waiting for the person to reply with yes. Someone asked me, Hey, is there anything in the piece about the personal and private life of the artist? Well, it seems to me that every image of Art is, to some extent, about the other person and I dont want to talk about the individual images and paintings of Art. There is no disclosure of personal meaning or any personal narrative to be found there. In any case, if a request like that were made it would be a good one. The truth is that the artist has left a lot of that out of it. Like an old-fashioned magazine writer who reads the last one, he sets the whole thing in a way that always gives the impression that someone is reading it on the phone. What I like about Art for me is that there is a great deal of talk about the personal and private life of the artist—not about art, but about a conversation that can be had between two people who live in a room. For the most part, it is about art.
--John Hoyland
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