Have you now had to time to digest the article written by Charles Saatchi which appeared in the Guardian at the weekend. " Being an art buyer these days is comprehensively and indisputably vulgar. It is the sport of the Eurotrashy, Hedge-fundy, Hamptonites; of trendy oligarchs and oiligarchs; and of art dealers with masturbatory levels of self-regard. They were found nestling together in their super yachts in Venice for this year's spectacular art biennale. Venice is now firmly on the calendar of this new art world, alongside St Barts at Christmas and St Tropez in August, in a giddy round of glamour-filled socialising, from one swanky party to another." The full article can be seen here.
In some respects I understand where his comments come from, it seems owning a piece of art that is by "x" has become more important than the work itself and why the artist has produced that piece of work, or indeed if the buyer actually likes it. It is however a sign of the times and art was surely bound to become a victim of what has infected all of our culture today.
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