Thanks. The article makes him out to be a major-league flake. He reminds me of Warhol and his commercial art.
Tom Wolfe wrote an essay about a real artist, a sculptor, in his book “Hooking Up.” Other artists couldn’t figure out how he did it: rendered amazingly lifelike statues, and assumed it was some sort of magic, wanting to know his trick(s), unable to comprehend that he simply did what Michaelangelo and other artists did: removed what wasn’t needed.
I have a copy of Hooking Up on my bookshelf.
Tom Wolfe also wrote a brilliant takedown of abstract expressionism and post-modern art called The Painted Word, which I highly recommend.