The Past Is The One Thing We

We Only See What We Look At. To Look Is An Act Of Choice.

The Spectator-buyer Is Meant To Envy Herself As She Will Become If She Buys The Product. She Is Meant To Imagine Herself Transformed By The Product Into An Object Of Envy For Others, An Envy Which Will Then Justify Her Loving Herself.

Traditional Chinese Art Looked At The Earth From A Confucian Mountain Top; Japanese Art Looked Closely Around Screens; Italian Renaissance Art Surveyed Conquered Nature Through The Window Or Door-frame Of A Palace. For The Cro-magnons, Space Is A Metaphysical Arena Of Continually Intermittent Appearances And Disappearances.

I Can't Tell You What Art Does And How It Does It, But I Know That Often Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded Revenge To The Innocent And Shown To The Future What The Past Suffered, So That It Has Never Been Forgotten. Art, When It Functions Like This, Becomes A Meeting-place Of The Invisible, The Irreducible, The Enduring, Guts, And Honor.

Every City Has A Sex And Age Which Have Nothing To Do With Demography.