"The true and most important function of the avant-garde was not to ‘experiment,’ but to find a path along which it would be possible to keep culture moving in the midst of ideological confusion and violence.”
A critic comes to the artist’s studio and the artist asks him for an opinion of his art. “It’s worthless,” the critic said. “I know, but I’d like to hear it anyway.”
Here and there is born a Saint Theresa, foundress of nothing, whose loving heart-beats and sons after an in stained goodness tremble off and are dispersed among hindrances, instead of centering in on some long-recognizable deed
he exhibition not be reviewed, that it would prefer, to borrow a phrase from the critic Dick Hebdige, to continue “hiding in the light.”
The rare innovator, the “individual talent” is capable of expressing emotions in ways previously unexpressed.
“Painting is like a historically perfectly evolved art form,” said Price. “It’s like the way a cockroach or a shark is perfectly evolved. Of course, it does continue to evolve but the hanging, two-dimensional object bounded by a frame can go on forever because it’s so fucking good.”