There was so much more to art and its making than was apparent on the Bianca Jagger–type face of the art world. There were these moments when you would sense something else was going on; I remember Jack Goldstein’s place in the East Village filled with pot smoke and spray paint. The private view of the ’80s was far more interesting than the public one. In the ’90s, things became more human scale and flawed. That’s where the pathetic came in, with Mike Kelley et al. In art, you got to see the artist with the pot smoke and spray can again.
—As told to Tim Griffin
