The secret of food lies in memory - of thinking and then knowing what the taste of cinnamon or steak is.

In 1998, Artnet was the site that convinced me that if my writing didn't exist online, it didn't exist at all. It showed me criticism's future.

Megacollectors suppose they can enter art history by spending astronomical amounts.

Imagine it's 1981. You're an artist, in love with art, smitten with art history. You're also a woman, with almost no mentors to look to art history just isn't that into you. Any woman approaching art history in the early eighties was attempting to enter an almost foreign country, a restricted and exclusionary domain that spoke a private language.

Our culture now wonderfully, alchemically transforms images and history into artistic material. The possibilities seem endless and wide open.