I agree. Fartsy is showy, or show-offy. My house is so full of weird unfinished things and cryptic notes I'll have to burn the place.



I tried to be ambitious once, and started piecing sketches, prints, photos, anything remotely artful but not finished, together into big pictures with a kind of junk-drawer aesthetic. I wanted to formally rescue things that weren't good enough of themselves, but still hung around. fragments, old-fashioned things, studenty-looking bits that aren't interesting enough anymore. If people make collages out of newspapers and cardboard boxes and junk, why not all the tons of art detritus, things we don't do anything with, scattered around the world? I liked the idea of using art the way people use bits of so-called real life--as if journalism or whatever is any more real than the art stuff so many people do. But I couldn't keep at it, it was rough and screwy and weirdly normal, and I couldn't get used to it. Partly because I used my own junk, which I didn't like to show. Also, I'm a lousy designer. But I did get to show one of those which I called Horse Girls (about girls who like horses) at the Grand Palais. In the movie Camille Claudel there's a scene where you can see the spot on the upper level where I hung it.

Is the Picasso that sold the one of the boy with a pipe, in the cerulean blue shirt?