Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization.
Becoming emancipated at 14 my life wasn't normal. I didn't have to go to school so I didn't. I was rebellious by nature. I spent my 20s focusing on my company Flower Films and producing movies. Now that I'm almost 30 I would like to try other things in lie. I'm crazy about photography and I want to take an art history class.
Works of art often last forever or nearly so. But exhibitions themselves especially gallery exhibitions are like flowers they bloom and then they die then exist only as memories or pressed in magazines and books.
After its hothouse incubation in the seventies appropriation breathed important new life into art. This life flowered spectacularly over the decades - even if it's now close to aesthetic kudzu.
When I am finishing a picture I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock a flower the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two it's bad art.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
When I judge art I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes it is not art.
Architecture is a slow business and city planning even slower.
The higher the building the lower the morals.
After all these years it's still amazing what Obama is allowed to get away with. He says low gas prices in 2009 were caused by a terrible economy but then claims that the lower number of illegal aliens crossing the border is because of his border policies not the same lousy economy.
Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases load our kids into the car and drive from tense crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island with stretches of sea and sandy beaches rocky coasts and pine trees. We barbecue swim lie around and try to do nothing.