The art world has become so insular. The rules have become so autodidactic that, in a sense, they lose track of what people have any interest in thinking about, talking about, or even looking at.
The beauty of art is that it allows you to slow down, and for a moment, things that once seemed unfamiliar become precious to you.
My mother introduced to me as a child the world of language: the way in which translation can be a system by which you can understand others.
You don't hire Kehinde Wiley to have a tame painting.
At the core, every artist, no matter what his subject matter happens to be, has to be someone doing the looking. I began to really interrogate the act of looking.
In the field of aesthetic theory, humans are pattern-seeking creatures. That can be seen in terms of musical structures, patternmaking, even in terms of storytelling and literature.
