Two of my favorite artists are Josh Smith and Joe Bradley. But I argued against them for years, until I grew to love them and felt stupid for my immediate reaction towards their work.

We got to see (Josh) Smith and the Mosier kid for Saturday, and they are both beatable.

What are you working on?" I ask.
"The last page." He gestures towards the table, where a pencilled sketch is being turned into inked brushstrokes. It's a drawing of us, in this café, in this moment.
I smile up at him "It's beautiful. But what comes next?"
"The best part." And he pulls me back into his arms. "The happily ever after.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.

I used to love dogs until I discovered cats.

Why are all the artists so dead-set on distorting? It seems to be a reaction against photography, but I'm not sure.