It’s great that New York has large spaces for art. But the enormous immaculate box has become a dated, even oppressive place. Many of these spaces were designed for sprawling installations, large paintings, and the Relational Aesthetics work of the past fifteen years. less than 1 minute read
There is no greater glory than love, nor any great punishment than jealously. less than 1 minute read
As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion. less than 1 minute read
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress. less than 1 minute read
There’s no regret. You can’t regret. I mean, I’ve felt regret but I’ve also refused to allow regret to sow a seed and live in me because I don’t believe it. You feel it, it’s like guilt, it’s like jealousy, it’s like all those horrible things. You’ve just got to snip them and get them out, because they’re no good. less than 1 minute read
Those who are believed to be most abject and humble are usually most ambitious and envious. less than 1 minute read
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. less than 1 minute read
