The question of honesty in art, in artistic practice, is pressing for many of us, but I think institutional honestly has always bothered me. If what I wanted out of the experience of art was the experience of collusion, communication, and elucidation (an experience, even a partial one, of life illuminated in some fashion), then the idea that any institution could provide me with an honest or interesting experience of artists’ ideas or concerns felt ridiculous. I would walk into a gallery or museum and somehow feel elated and cheated all at once.