I have a very large — some would say “extensive” — collection of New York School art, mostly because I was a member of that august group of collectively arty maniacs, and I say that not only because of the massive psychotherapeutic bills they ran up, but because they were mostly free of the slavish temperament of the average New Yorker.
You’ll find a whole lot more art and artists in New York City than you’ll find in the whole rest of the country, with the possible exception of Chicago, San Francisco and of course, Las Vegas. Continue reading