The only viable strategy for salvaging painting's prestige is through a commitment toward unrealized and unrealizable projects. Only the unfinished, the impractical, the chimerical, or the unmade can elude the death knell of commodification. My book of sketches for unbuildable monuments is a flagrant exercise in hypocrisy.
If painting is dead, then what am I doing? Despite its lofty ambitions, if abstraction inevitably degenerates into ornamentation, then why do I persist? When art is undermined by its commodification, why do I still consider myself a mystic? Dahlia Danton
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