by Grant Mandarino
Love comes in many forms: a grandmotherís warm embrace, a new boyfriendís tentative kiss, a major military offensive. I was surprised this Valentineís Day to discover the lack of reflection on the ever perplexing love of art in the major art magazines. Love, after all, must be the foundation of the discerning taste of the collector and the spectacle-lust of the biennial visitor. Contemporary art-love obliges one to accept the terms of an "open relationship." A willingness to appreciate new infatuations alongside the pleasure of accustomed joys is as essential as knowing where to look and who to watch.