Kusama and me

The best Art is private, made in private privately to stay private.

Separating Art from Commerce: the 'job' of a fashion model is to pose wearing clothes in such a way that you can imagine the model as naked. The photographer may think he's making Art but the model knows otherwise.

Writing: it's like this: I write and write and write and finally I get to myself, at least one sentence sounds like me, could conceivably have my face, my hands, my feet, my sexual organs, my ears...

The World Belongs to the Young: holding a newborn in my arms yesterday I thought, This is Where the Future Leads, not only The Future of the beautiful baby but also The Future of the world the beautiful baby will be living in.

The Kusama movie now showing in theatres everywhere: Kusama an artist with the fierceness of Wall St. However, she made her best, most vital art when she was young and unknown and poor. Her 'affair' with Joseph Cornell when she was young and Cornell was old: Cornell, an old non-striving artist, really loved her. Therefore the ending of the movie was sad to me and disappointing: the filmaker emphasizes Kusama's monetization--"her paintings sell for $$$$$$, she's in the collections of the most prestigious art institutions in the world, people line up for blocks for her gallery shows etc." Not the way I would have ended the movie.

I question myself: do I like the young poor striving Kusama more than I like the old rich striving Kusama? I answer: yes I do, of course.

From the author's sketchbook, 2016.