When you went into a gallery and saw a show by Donald Judd or Bob Morris, there was a definite buzz that got set up. I would walk in and think, 'There's something wrong with this buzz. What's happened in the 30 years since is the most massive infusion of theatricality that one could ever imagine. It's the most polemical of all these essays. It champions the art that I admired, but it also comes out against minimalism at a crucial early moment.
Some people absolutely hate it.
It's an essay that almost no one agrees with. There's very little patience today for the kind of art I was talking about. I feel that most people aren't interested in art at all, in a demanding sense. I don't care whether it's painting or poetry or music or film. The idea of caring whether something is good, for how it works, the kind of involvement that art characteristically demands and rewards, has really gone out.