Losses of a world
By Bob Boldt
I am about as far away from any understanding of the contemporary art world of the last nearly forty years as it is possible to be. I left my artist friends in Chicago when I moved to Missouri back in the early eighties, a time when respect for artists and aesthetics still transcended finances, popularity, and notoriety, even though we in the Windy City were feeling some trends blowing out of the East.
By Bob Boldt
I am about as far away from any understanding of the contemporary art world of the last nearly forty years as it is possible to be. I left my artist friends in Chicago when I moved to Missouri back in the early eighties, a time when respect for artists and aesthetics still transcended finances, popularity, and notoriety, even though we in the Windy City were feeling some trends blowing out of the East.
