Needless to say I’m glad to have two of my painted books in the same vast collection that includes William Blake, Samuel Palmer, and Hans Holbein!

We should also thank the Tate for still having faith in the avant garde while conserving the sometimes smelly results! I recall my visit last summer to the Beuys collection as one fraught with olfactory dangers! (All of that old fat ya know.)

Still, I can imagine a future in which all of the painters-on-velvet, the purveyors of kitsch, the Sunday primitives, will storm the walls of the Tate Modern as the walls of the Bastille were once breached and set up flea markets and “Starving Artist” sales and the people crowding in behind them to buy buy buy!

Here’s the link to my books at the Tate on-line catalogue.