On Kitsch

I already know I will always value petroglyphs, a drawing by Holbein or a painting by Van Gogh or Sargent over work by Warhol or Eder or even Hirst. I prefer to be awe-inspired, gaze in wonder and enjoyment, have some rapport, or at the very least re-excited every time I look at a piece.

Yep. There is a consciousness that moves through the works of artists that is either authentic, genuine and moving, or stuck. It doesn’t matter who the artist is, but the consciousness matters. A mere ink swish of a brush from a Zen master is stunning. An overworked or thoughtless goop of oil paint, regardless of sales price, will always be just a sad waste of paint.

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