How much?

The dizzy business of equating art with money.

In the 80s, I grew up in a mission brown weatherboard house, full of alfalfa and bulk honey and a deep freezer that had enough frozen bread to keep the six of us alive for 3 years.

It was the decade that began that belief that the neoliberal frame was right and good and inevitably. If you weren’t making money, it was a waste of time. There was that initi…