I was just looking over the artwork featured in a big New York gallery… I’m not impressed. More than that, I’m almost sickened that what passes for art hasn’t changed in the last 10, or even 20, years. “Contemporary Art” should mean what’s new right now. Instead, contemporary art is a vague copy of modern abstract pieces.

They are bold, they are bright, they have deep splashes of crimson. They are messy, textured, abstract, full of lines and squiggles and roughness. But very rarely do they evershowanything. They are not pictures of anything, they are really just a bunch of paint thrown on a canvas. And they are paint thrown on a canvas a different way. And artists will take about how this painting “is a statement about the psycho-reductive nuances of the subconscious” and viewer and buyers will eat it up because a) we are pattern seekers, and you can see anything you want in an abstract piece and b) if it wasn’t really good, it wouldn’t be in this beautiful gallery for so much money.

And these pieces keep selling because they look good on a wall without really saying anything, they offend no one, they are impossible to criticize, and there are lots more of them. And that’s great. Would that I could be that kind of painter and make 20 nearly identical paintings a month and sell them all for loads of money.

But I’m not. Luckily – there are lots of people who appreciate my paintings.