Take one painting and call me in the morning. They’re more powerful than Xanax, and totally free of side effects.
I feel like punching them drug-dealing m—rs in the throat. Nobody expects a left hook from a little old lady.
I’m the last person to recommend that anyone join the underground economy. But the need to be a productive member of society outweighs our requirement to follow rules.
We like doing what we’re good at; we hate doing things that are very difficult.
The Oakland fire was a terrible tragedy, but it also reflects badly on artists.
A cyber-curator reaches out from Bucksport to Boise to teach an old dog from Rockport something new. Isn’t that cool?
As we ponder how to close the gender gap in the art world, I suggest that we stop apologizing for being women.