Art Books

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Vitamin P: New Perspectives in Painting

I stopped buying art books when I moved to New Orleans. Our apartment didn’t have central air. Mold and probably insects were consuming my collection. We, a family of three then four, didn’t have the resources to sustain this habit nor was I in the same mind-set. As a grad student or a young(ish) painter living in New York, I had been addicted to Phidon art book porn, the glossy, sexy, presentations that one could heavy-breathe over in some craigslist dump. They took these big messy things—paintings—and made them intimate, private, your connection to them felt real. You too would be a star.