2006年12月24日 星期日

China Celebrates the Year of the Art Market

Lucas Schifres/Bloomberg News

Yue Minjun in front of his 2006 painting “Seen in the Grass Land” in his Beijing studio. The demand for, and price of, Chinese art around the world has been soaring.

Published: December 24, 2006

COLLECTORS of contemporary art had a new set of names to learn this year: those of Chinese artists whose careers are soaring in a new and frenzied sector of the market. Much of the art is politically charged, with references to Mao Zedong, Tiananmen Square and, increasingly, globalization and consumer culture. Among the hottest names are Zhang Xiaogang, whose “Bloodline Series” consists of portraits set during the Cultural Revolution; the painter Yue Minjun, whose portraits of Chinese men look very much like himself; and Zhang Huan, a conceptual artist who produces works like “To Raise the Water Level in a Fish Pond.” (That piece was part of a performance in which Mr. Zhang photographed local workers standing in a pool of water to show how little effect they had on the water.)

These images can be found in galleries, art fairs and auction houses in every one of the world’s art-buying capitals, often fetching several million dollars apiece. Charles Saatchi, the London advertising magnate, collector and gallery owner, has begun snapping up works by Chinese artists, many of which he plans to exhibit in his new gallery, under construction on Kings Road in London.

“In a single year we sold over $60 million worth of Chinese contemporary art, whereas in 2005 we sold only about $15 million,” said Henry Howard-Sneyd, Sotheby’s managing director in Asia and Australia. In April, the auction house devoted a special New York sale to this category that brought $13.2 million. The prices have been climbing steadily ever since.

A November auction at Christie’s, which holds its Chinese contemporary art sales in Hong Kong, brought in $68 million. Yet Christie’s experts in New York and London think it’s a mistake to market these artists in a narrow category. As a result the auction house also sprinkles such works into its general postwar and contemporary art sales. (Sotheby’s holds auctions devoted strictly to Chinese contemporary art in New York and Hong Kong.)

Whether the boom in prices for Chinese art will last is anyone’s guess. “It may feel like the first flush of fashion, but it’s actually a much deeper market,” said Brett Gorvy, one of the heads of Christie’s postwar and contemporary art department worldwide. Mr. Howard-Sneyd said the soaring sales totals had more to do with years of underrecognition of these artists rather than inflated bidding.

So it may be an oversimplification to predict that this is a bubble about to burst. “While there has been a rapid internationalization of Chinese contemporary art,” Mr. Howard-Sneyd said, “there’s bound to be a correction, and then prices will simply level off.”

2006年12月18日 星期一

I Like Ur Art: Saatchi Creates an Online Hangout for Artists

Denise Parsons

“Being an artist is a solo endeavor, and this is a safe way to see what others are doing,” says Denise Parsons, an art student in San Francisco who shows her work, above, on the Saatchi site.

Published: December 18, 2006

Julie Ann Travis , 23, a graduate student at the California College of the Arts in San Francisco, is curious to see what her peers are up to and to share some of her latest work. So recently she posted a self-portrait in which her head is buried in a pile of dirt at Stuart (saatchi-gallery.co.uk/stuart), the latest addition to a recently redesigned Web site for the Saatchi Gallery in London.

The brainchild of the London-based advertising magnate and collector Charles Saatchi, this social networking outlet — a kind of MySpace knockoff for artists — is causing something of a sensation, boosting traffic at the gallery’s Web site overall to more than three million hits a day.

In May Mr. Saatchi, famed for spotting young unknowns and turning them into art-world superstars, created a section on his Web site for artists of all ages to post their work at no charge. It is called Your Gallery, and now boasts contributions by about 20,700 artists, including 2,000 pieces of video art.

Everything there is for sale, with neither the buyer nor the seller paying a cent to any dealer or other middleman. About 800 new artists have been signing up each week.

And since Stuart (shorthand for “student art”) went online last month, some 1,300 students (including 450 in the United States) have created Web pages there. No one vets the quality or style of the art.

With dealers and collectors scouring student shows for undiscovered talent and students hunting for dealers to represent them, Mr. Saatchi has tapped a vein that can’t stop gushing. If Stuart gains anything like the cachet of MySpace, it has the potential to morph from a nonprofit venture into a gold mine for Mr. Saatchi.

For now, he said, he is simply enjoying the role of spectator. “When I launched the site, I took the view that the best thing was to leave it alone for the first year and purposely not buy anything, because I didn’t want to compromise what the site was supposed to do: appeal to a wide group of students,” he said.

His office, meanwhile, is fielding e-mail messages and calls from dealers, museum curators and directors, and collectors around the world who have discovered new work at the site and want to meet some of the artists in their studios. (Of the 20,700 or so artists at Your Gallery, roughly 6,000 are from Britain and 6,000 from the United States, with the rest scattered across the world.)

But for students visiting Stuart, the main attraction for now is linking up with their peers.

In addition to lists of her favorite artists, books, films and television shows, Ms. Travis has posted the name of a new friend on her page at Stuart: Erhan Ozturk, a photography student at T. C. Maltepe University in Istanbul whose work she viewed at the site.

“I don’t know him,” Ms. Travis said, although they have conversed electronically. And while she doesn’t love his art, she said, “I think it’s pretty interesting.” (New friends tend to reciprocate: Mr. Ozturk lists Ms. Travis on his Web page, and with a simple click, visitors viewing his work can connect to hers.)

Some students hear of Stuart by word of mouth from friends, and some through their schools, many of which were alerted to the site by Mr. Saatchi’s office. In addition to a free Web page, each student has the opportunity to share ideas, inspiration and advice on a discussion board, an arena that can forge new friendships and foster exposure on expanding lists of friends.

The site’s Web masters have ensured that creating a personal page is as easy as singing up for an e-mail account. After supplying a name, gender, school, college, country and e-mail address, each student must post at least one image.

“Electronically is the way we tend to communicate these days,” said Denise Parsons, 39, a student at the San Francisco Art Institute who has a page on Stuart. “Being an artist is a solo endeavor, and this is a safe way to see what others are doing.”

Mr. Saatchi said he was startled by the rapid response, which had driven home how “students very much need to talk to other students about their work.”

As one of the first people to exhibit the work of unknown British artists (and now stars) like Damien Hirst, Jake and Dinos Chapman, Rachel Whiteread and Chris Ofili, Mr. Saatchi is a natural magnet for students who hope that someday they too will be discovered by a kingmaker.

With Mr. Saatchi’s willingness to take on emerging artists (although some fault his propensity for selling off their work as soon as they get hot), many students dream of one day being shown in his new gallery, a 50,000-square-foot space on Kings Road in the Chelsea section of London that is scheduled to open next summer. Until then Mr. Saatchi is without a gallery, having closed his former site on the South Bank of the Thames in 2005.

The Saatchi name gives the Web site “a certain cachet and legitimacy,” said David W. Halsell, a 39-year-old installation, video and performance artist who is a student at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh.

Mr. Saatchi said he seized on the idea for remaking his overall Web site, www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk, “because I haven’t got my gallery to play with.” With the site’s revamp in May, it began with an online daily magazine and blog offering art news and reviews, an interactive forum in which visitors debate art issues, a chat room for art enthusiasts and a page where children can create and display art.

Stuart grew naturally out of and Mr. Saatchi’s voracious appetite for the new. “I’m glued,” he said. “I spend hours a day looking at students’ work on the site.”

He said he was thinking seriously about allotting rotating space in his new gallery to artists discovered at Your Gallery and Stuart. “There’s something thrilling about seeing the work of young artists for the first time even before their school shows,” he said.

The diverse offerings have caught the eye of contemporary-art experts like Olivier Varenne, director of the Museum of Old and New Art being established in Tasmania, the island state of Australia. He recently contacted the Saatchi Gallery by e-mail. “I am always looking for new talent,” he wrote, and since then he has arranged studio visits with four artists whose work he finds interesting.

In addition to linking artists with new friends and dealers, the site has in some cases enabled artists to reconnect with their old schools. Tori Murphy, a 26-year-old student at Kingston University in Surrey, England, who has heard from a gallery in Dublin and one in London, said she had been contacted by Repton, her old boarding school, which ended up buying a painting for nearly $1,400.

“I’ve done a couple of commissions, but this is my first sale,” Ms. Murphy said. Yet what she likes best about Stuart is not so much the commercial rewards as the ability to gain access to other students and their work.

“Before we were very limited to our school,” she said. “This is the first time I have had the chance to see what’s happening all over the world.”

2006年12月3日 星期日

From maverick to one of the herd

From
December 3, 2006

Damien Hirst’s private collection elicits a sense of déjà vu. Has he lost his cutting edge, asks Waldemar Januszczak

A large slab of Damien Hirst’s art collection has gone on show at the Serpentine Gallery, and the sum of £100m is being bandied about as its value. That, apparently, it what the Murderme collection, as he calls it, is insured for. It’s a whole heap of money. And even if £100m is too neat and round a number to be true, it certainly gives you a sense of scale. We are talking about a serious collector here: a player.

Hirst has never been one of those artists who sees his role as making art. Of course, making art is part of it. But even the most casual perusal of his career finds him having a go at so many other things. He’s been a restaurateur, a decorator, a film-maker, a curator, a publisher, a property developer and, most recently, a multimillionaire. And wasn’t that him a few years back, mouthing the words to that catchy chart-topping football ditty, Vindaloo, with Fat Les? Yes, it was.

Since we generally prefer our artists to be single-minded, and would, I guess, trust them more that way, this unusual busyness of Hirst’s can trigger our flibbertigibbet alarm. Get back in the studio, Damien, we chorus, and make some art. But what if having a finger in many pies has replaced the long, lone slog as the most productive approach for a modern creative? What if refusing to settle is the new way of going forwards? If multiskilling is the future — and I am sure it is — then Hirst realised it long before the rest of us.

Apart from his films, which are spectacularly bad, his various departures have generally been worth the effort. His restaurants are fun. His decor is enticing. Vindaloo was a decent football anthem, as football anthems go. And the exhibitions he has curated have been genuinely important, notably Freeze, in 1988, which kick-started Brit Art. So, is collecting another distraction he does particularly well? The Serpentine show certainly proves that Hirst owns lots of exciting things. The busy hang, orchestrated by Hirst himself, crowds the gallery with catchy sights. There’s a Bacon, a Warhol, a Koons. So stuffed is the gallery with cross- generational modern-art goodies that the contents have overflowed onto the grass outside, where they seem to be taking the mickey out of the usual sorts of sculpture you find in London’s parks. Michael Joo’s life-size family of Peter Pan types appear to be relieving themselves on the lawn. Angus Fairhurst’s one-armed gorilla is an amusing Brit Art alternative to those polite dolphins you find on fountains.

Having been perfectly placed to acquire fine examples of the work of his Brit Art contemporaries, Hirst has been particularly astute in vacuuming up the output of Sarah Lucas. He recently bought all the works by her that Charles Saatchi was offloading, and must now be the world’s biggest collector of her art. As Lucas is second only to Hirst himself in terms of Brit Art importance, this greedy gathering of her stuff is a smart bit of acquisition. When it comes to seeing Britishness for what it is, Lucas has no peers. Her gloriously absurd sculpture of a shire horse pulling a cart, inside which are dumped two giant marrows, is a hilarious townie’s gag about Archers Britain that manages both to mock the tastes of rural folk and to celebrate them. But in case we imagine she has gone all Stubbsy on us, and abandoned her usual fascination with the squalid mind-set of the Sun-reading urban bloke, the gallery contains a vandalised BMW, inside which the automated arm of a road yob pumps out the gross one-armed salute that is such a familiar sight on our dual carriageways today.

Lots of the things Hirst owns strike you as a tribute to himself. Stuff with blood in it. Stuff about death. The impressive Steven Gregory gives us a gruesome row of human skulls decorated with beads or slivers of lapis lazuli. The show’s most grisly exhibit, by John Isaacs, seems to show the blubbery, blood-soaked remains of a hunted whale. One of the blobs of blubber still has an eye in it, which looks at you. Creepy.

This fascination with darkness and gore has played a key role, too, in Hirst’s well-heeled pursuit of blue-chip exhibitors. The Warhols he prefers are car crashes and electric chairs, not Marilyns or Elizabeth Taylors. His Bacon is a superbly angry Study for a Figure at the Base of a Crucifixion, painted in 1944, which belongs to the same series as that momentous triptych in the Tate, in which a pack of howling monsteroids, half hyena, half human, projectile-vomit their cosmic rage in the vague direction of the crucifixion subject. Bacon’s triptych is one of the Tate’s most famous possessions. I still remember the impact it had on me as schoolboy, and so, surely, does Hirst.

But buying it now for a shedload of money strikes me as an act of nostalgia rather than a display of proactive collecting. When you buy Warhol, Bacon, Koons, you are hardly being a pioneer or an instigator. You’re being a trophy-gatherer. For collecting to be something more than mere accumulation, for the possession of things to add up to a cultural act worth noting and commemorating in an ambitious show, it is necessary for that collection to have a sense of higher purpose, an agenda. Does this selection have one? Not that I could discern. There’s lots of nostalgia discernible in various corners of this surprisingly dated display. In particular, the show kept reminding me of Saatchi’s old gallery at Boundary Road, which Hirst would have known so well and whose aesthetics he seems almost to be quoting. So many of the old Saatchi favourites are here: Sean Landers, Haim Steinbach, Koons, Lucas, Gavin Turk, Marcus Harvey. Looking across at Koons’s neon-lit vacuum cleaners, shimmering so enticingly with urban commodity cool, I suffered a particularly strong attack of déjà vu and was thrust straight back to the wonderful Saatchi show that first unveiled them.

Saatchi, of course, was the man who pioneered modern collecting: he’s the prototype all the other nouveau collectors stoking the art market’s fires to crazy temperatures are attempting to copy. But the difference between Saatchi and Hirst as collectors is that Saatchi actually changed something. When he put his Brit Art holdings on show at the Royal Academy in that notorious Sensation exhibition, he achieved lots of things. He put Brit Art on the international map. He drummed up a huge audience for new art. He annoyed the hell out of large numbers of RAs. Sensation had a powerful cultural impact on many fronts. Hirst’s Murderme collection isn’t in that league. It’s a perfectly pleasant and lively show, but it’s the handiwork of a follower, not a creator. And that is really surprising.

In the Darkest Hour There May Be Light: Works from Damien Hirst’s Murderme Collection, Serpentine Gallery, W2, until Jan 28


2006年11月30日 星期四

BritArt: The next generation

Charles Saatchi created a sensation in the art world by putting the work of Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin and the Chapman Brothers on display. Now he's looking to find the next generation of talent with 'Stuart', a non-profit online gallery for students with something to show. In its first week, 600 have signed up - and the website has attracted 20 million hits. Watch this space

By Louise Jury
Thursday, 30 November 2006

Not all of them will end up in his collection, but the latest initiative from Charles Saatchi offers young art students a greater chance of success. The man who introduced the world to artists Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin, Rachel Whiteread and Sarah Lucas, and who is credited with changing the face of British art with his explosive Sensation exhibition in 1997, has now launched his latest venture, Stuart.

The Stuart (as in "student art") gallery, gives artists the opportunity to show their work in a virtual exhibition space from where they can be picked up by collectors. Such a facility has clearly been needed: since introducing a dedicated platform for art students, the Saatchi website has seen its hit-rate double to three million a day and, in its first week alone, Stuart attracted 600 submissions from around the world.

A non-profit-making site, where artists can sell their work without being charged commission, Stuart could be considered a logical extension of Charles Saatchi's long-term interest in student work. A subsection of Saatchi's website Your Gallery, which already hosts a free global exhibition space for 18,000 artists, Stuart has been described as a unique opportunity for graduates hoping to get their work recognised on a wider stage. In addition, the discussion board on the site enables artists to share ideas, inspirations and advice with each other.

"When I was a student we would never have dreamt of having something like this," says the artist Paula Rego. "It's brilliant for students to show their work and see what is going on with other students worldwide."

Grayson Perry, the winner of the 2003 Turner Prize, agrees. "It's innovative ideas like this which will bring on new waves and changes in art. This type of innovation will always produce new, exciting things."

And although the man famous for showcasing the YBAs (Young British Artists) has not yet bought anything from the site, he does insist that he views the work of every new student who signs up. "There are a number of really very interesting artists on Stuart that I have already passed on to dealers that I work closely with, both in the UK and in the States," says Saatchi.

So far, around a third of the students are from the UK, one third from America and one third from the rest of the world, from Turkey to Slovakia. Yet the Saatchi Gallery contacted only art galleries in London to kickstart the process. The surge of interest appears to stem from word of mouth.

Nevertheless, not everyone is convinced by the project. "Sometimes you come back from an art school visit, saying to anyone who will listen: you just wouldn't believe how terrible some of them are," says The Independent's art critic Tom Lubbock. "Now the world can see. The serious question is whether these sites will provide artists - good or bad - with a significant alternative, direct-sale marketplace, which bypasses the gallery system with its enormous percentages. That seems doubtful.

"Most rich art-collectors aren't as bold as Saatchi is himself - they'd be reluctant to buy on a whim out of the blue. But another possibility is the development of a very broad 'general public' art market. That would presumably mean artists devoting themselves to relatively cheap, home-sized and maybe reproducible artworks, rather than big, expensive, unique museum pieces. For ambitious artists that would be a big and perhaps intolerable reversal of priorities."

In the meantime, the site continues to grow apace. While he may not be directly responsible for creating the next generation of Young British Artists, Saatchi is certainly the driving force behind them. Is the next big thing already online? Time will tell.

www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/stuart

Sophie Rees, 21, Fine Art Painting, University of Brighton

"Stuart is benefiting students on a global scale. It enables us to communicate our work, ideas and philosophies internationally. As students, we do not usually have the facilities and capital to exhibit our work regularly; the Saatchi website has given us the opportunity to do so."

Federico Gallo, 31, MA Communication Art & Design, Royal College of Art

"Stuart is a fun, fast way to exchange contact details, thoughts, info and samples - almost like having many talented minds from all over the world in one room. It is an easy way (the website is nicely designed and simple to use) to see and be seen, to learn about new, creative people, techniques and opportunities."

Tori Murphy, 26, Fine Art, Kingston University

"It's the first time as art students that we can communicate with and see the work of our contemporaries from all over the world. I have already been in contact with people from Canada, Dublin and all over the States."

Ally Mobbs, 22, Fine Art: Print-Making and Digital Media, University of the Arts, London (UAL)

"Stuart is a good alternative to other networking sites, as it offers online space to art students. After graduation I could quickly find possible collaborators on it or people with experience and knowledge that I do not have to ask for help."

Vicky Newman, 22, Fine Art, Falmouth College of Arts

"It is quite easy to feel 'safe' in a bubble of tutors and fellow students, and quite out of touch with the real world. I have found Stuart excellent in putting me in contact with new voices of other students around the world, giving fresh interpretations of my work and hopefully preparing me for life after a BA."

Jayne Archard, 22, Fine Art, Kingston University

"It appeals to me as an online exhibition space - I can share my work, ideas and interests with other artists beyond the studio environment. There's something really exciting about being involved with this new and fast-growing online art community. It gives me an invaluable chance to network with new people in creative fields."

Eleanor Lindsay Fynn, 25, MA Photography and Urban Culture, Goldsmiths College

"I use Stuart as a means to find other artists working around similar themes to me. At the moment I am curating a show on 'Alienation' using both known and unknown artists, and have been building connections and getting ideas through Stuart."

Mark Davey, 21, BA school, The Slade School of Fine Art

"I put my work on Stuart because it's a great new way to get your work seen by all types of people, and I like how it is people's own content that is beginning to be at the forefront of what the internet is."

Julie Bennett, 35, Fine Art, Kensington and Chelsea College

"It's a unique opportunity to have your work viewed by thousands of people worldwide who are serious about art. Being able to view works of your contemporaries around the world is a valuable source as a student so you can start to see the trends that are happening today. You can also contact everyone on the site and ask how they did something or, indeed, commission them to do something similar for you, giving you a feeling of supporting art at the very beginning."

Ian Larson, 25, BA school, The Slade School of Fine Art

"I believe that having a place to exhibit your art to as many people as possible for free is great and in that way the Stuart site has started something for a lot of artists, galleries and collectors to think about and view."

Stefanie Kirlew, 23, BA Fine Art/History of Art, Goldsmiths College

"Stuart is a fantastic networking tool for all art students. It provides an excellent opportunity to meet, share ideas, and chat with others who foster similar interests, as well as providing a space to display your work that is viewed by millions of people all over the globe each day."

Stuart Hartley, 36, MA Fine Art, The Slade School of Fine Art

"What the site gives is the opportunity to have a web presence for free (important student factor), and in turn this gives the opportunity for my work to be seen by both prospective galleries and collectors alike. It also allows me to see work by other up-and-coming artists from institutions worldwide and to contact them about their work to discuss shared concerns."

2006年11月26日 星期日

Biteback: Richard Brooks

From
November 26, 2006

  • Ouch. I winced at the torture scene in Casino Royale, in which Bond’s genitals are beaten. The film has been given a 12A certificate, so parents can bring their kiddies along. To get past the censor, the British Board of Film Classification advised some edits of shots concentrating on Bond’s pained face and close-ups of the torture rope.

When I saw it at my local cinema, there were not only some under-12s present, but even a baby. It cried every so often, presumably out of boredom at the 2hr 20min length. The BBFC, by the way, has received complaints about the torture scene.

But the most horrendous scene of all was a shot of a grinning Richard Branson at Miami airport, plus a couple of his Virgin aircraft. His appetite for self-promotion remains undiminished.

Mind you, even the Branson plug was not as sickening as the number of online-gambling ads in the trailers before Casino Royale began. Such a wonderful incentive for youngsters to gamble. Tessa Jowell, our minister for encouraging casinos, would be so happy.

Bet she wishes she was back on good old Five Live.

Fair enough, but there’s a throwaway line at the end of the press release, spotted by The Art Newspaper, which says that running in tandem with the show are 20 photos from Gap’s private collection. They might as well set up a Gap store inside the gallery to flog some clothes, too.

  • I had an intriguing chat with the Royal Academician Tom Phillips at a dinner given by the Flowers gallery. Phillips, a keen ping-pong player, told me how Charles Saatchi held table-tennis soirées with him, Salman Rushdie, Alan Yentob and Howard Jacobson at his Eaton Square home. Saatchi even hired a coach to improve his game, but still lost most of his matches.

Saatchi is likely to want to feature Chinese artists in the first show at his new London gallery. I trust he’s better at ping-pong diplomacy.

  • Lauren Booth, Cherie Blair’s half-sister, is currently on ITV’s I’m a Celebrity — Get Me out of Here. When she does get out, she’ll have a book to sell. It’s not an exposé of any rumble in the jungle, but a memoir of her time as a 17-year-old living with her dad, the actor Tony Booth. Funnily enough, I’m told it’s not a “life was just misery” book.

2006年11月25日 星期六

Picture me in Miami

From
November 25, 2006

Long famed for sun, sea and OAPs, Miami is gaining a name as a vibrant centre for contemporary art. Morgan Falconer explores a city reinventing itself

Coming from Britain, I always thought that the private homes of private collectors were, well, private. Charles Saatchi may throw open a portion of his collection for public perusal, but you can bet that he’ll never let you into his home. I had heard much of the generous openness of Miami’s collectors, but I never realised that I’d be able to land in Miami, make a couple of calls and find myself at the door of one of the most important collectors in the United States. I’m not greeted by a maid, but by Rosa de la Cruz herself, who leads me through a house laden with sufficient material for about five strong solo exhibitions. This is as good a primer as any for Art Basel Miami Beach, one of the world’s most glamorous art fairs.

De la Cruz’s house is devoted to art — paintings, sculptures and installations arranged by artists flown in especially for the purpose. She showed me some of the most recent paintings by the newest names, such as Kelley Walker, and works purchased from shows in London and elsewhere in Europe. (You can tour her house online at tinyurl.com/yc6n3r.) We went into the dining room to see an installation by Christian Holstad which involved a woolly, tentacled gas mask construction (left). Upstairs, we looked at Assume Vivid Astro Focus, a fantastical scene blending nightclub, skating rink and video installation. But de la Cruz’s thirst is not quenched, so she will certainly be visiting the fifth Art Basel Miami Beach fair. It’s the powerful offspring of the important Art Basel, and 200 of the world’s most significant galleries will be coming to the Convention Centre for it.

Like many of her neighbours, de la Cruz doesn’t just collect fine art, she collects design as well (two sets of Frank Gehry furniture made of steamed and twisted wood sit near her french windows). And to cater for that hunger the second Design Miami fair is being held this week. It’s an event that gives space to 18 of the world’s leading modern design galleries. It’s a serious business — the Pompidou Centre in Paris has brought some of its design collection to exhibit in a satellite venue. But serious or not, shoppers will also relax: I understand that one does business in the morning, lounges on the beach in the afternoon, and come nightfall one gallivants with abandon around the faded Art Deco splendour of the nearby poolside bars and restaurants that line the nearby Collins Avenue.

Miami Basel has come to be seen as a catalyst and symbol for widespread changes in the area as a whole. In the 1980s the city was dilapidated, poor and famous only for druglords, pensioners and vulgarity. Although it remains one of the poorest cities in the US, parts of it are starting to show a fabulous revival. One sign of this is the Setai, the new towering beach-front development recently created by a chain of luxury hotels in Asia and the Far East.

One of the most significant figures in Miami is Craig Robins, the 42-year-old property developer and art collector who is largely responsible for the revival of the city’s design district. He says that the marriage of Art Basel and Miami Beach makes a lot of sense. “What you’ve got here is the best and most serious art fairs in the world occurring in one of the places that is also the most fun. It’s the combination of a deep cultural substance with a really vibrant city.”

What undoubtedly lured the Basel organisers to this new location, however, is the wealth and accessibility of the private collections in the city. The Wynwood district, for instance, may be a rundown mélange of light industry, housing and cheap shops, but it is home to world-class art: one warehouse encloses the Rubell Collection, a massive trove amassed by Don Rubell (brother of the Studio 54 co-founder Steve) and his wife Mera; another houses one part of the collection of Marty Margulies, a real-estate potentate with a gargantuan appetite for sculpture and photography. Other prominent collectors sit on the boards of the city’s public museums, Miami Art Central and the Museum of Modern Art North Miami.

It wasn’t until a significant generation of Cuban exiles arrived in the 1990s, bringing figures such as José Bedia, that Miami’s art scene began to come alive. The prominence of the collectors and the arrival of new galleries is persuading artists to stay.

One could put all this new activity down to Art Basel, but the renaissance probably predates it. As Robins says: “I started my business in South Beach, a place for film, music and fashion. Maybe it didn’t have substance, but it was perhaps the only place in the world where everything was about style. Maybe it was less sophisticated, but it has always advocated creativity and individuality.”

Art Basel Miami Beach (www.artbaselmiamibeach.com), Dec 7-10; Design Miami (www.designmiami.com), Dec 8-10.

  • British Airways Holidays offer a three-night break to the five-star Setai Hotel (www.setai.com) in Miami from £1,145 per person departing Dec 1-16. The price includes return scheduled flights from Heathrow and accommodation. The above is subject to availability and is based on two adults sharing. For reservations call British Airways Holidays on 0870 2421276 or visit www.ba.com/holidays

    MIAMI . . .
    The Golden Girls
    Miami Vice Sunshine: lots of it
    Very big hair
    Carlos and Rosa de La Cruz
    Miami Beach
    Alligators in the Everglades

    v LONDON
    Catherine Tate’s filthy gran
    The Bill Light drizzle: lots of it
    Lanky Hoxton mullets
    Charles Saatchi South Bank
    That whale in the Thames last year


  • Damien Hirst: the Murderme collection

    From
    November 25, 2006

    Damien Hirst never does anything by halves — unless he is slicing dead animals, of course. So you can be sure that his private collection of art, part of which is on public show for the first time with the gruesome title of Murderme, is going to be pretty full on.

    It hits you in the face like the Andy Warhol car smash that hangs about like some doorman to greet you: a red-misted vision of mass-produced death. Everything in Kensington Gardens is certainly not lovely. But it definitely has guts.

    Hirst’s work always makes headlines. A couple of weeks ago controversy raged over whether one of his paintings was a piece of plagiarism. His shark in formaldehyde, that iconic cruiser of the conceptual scene, is being replaced (it was beginning to look more like some battered stuffed-toy) in an operation involving rubberised jumpsuits and tanks full of pickling fluid.

    But now the Serpentine focuses not on Hirst’s own work but that of the artists whom he admires. These are pieces that he plans to install in his stately home: Toddington Manor in Gloucestershire. There visitors will be able to admire his collection in its entirety. Is this a case of a poacher turned gamekeeper? Has the artist turned patron? And are we witnessing the birth of an heir to Charles Saatchi? Hirst insists that he has always been a collector. “You just amass stuff while you are alive. It’s like stuff washed up on a beach somewhere, and that somewhere is you.”

    If Hirst-land is a place, it’s a hotbed of revolutionary fervour. It’s a banana republic from which this Goldsmiths-trained generalissimo plotted the coup that took over the British art world. His landmark Freeze exhibition established the Brit-art junta in 1988.

    This is an artist, it seems, who has always had the sharp eye and brave judgment of the judicious collector. As the curator of Freeze, he dictated who was in and who was out. He followed this with further curated shows: Modern Medicine and Gambler, both in 1990, and, in 1994, Some Went Mad, Some Ran Away. Hirst helps to shape an aesthetic through his choices. And suddenly Mr Saatchi seems more like some proselytising apostle. Recognising a saviour who could salvage a dreary art scene, he backed Hirst’s Brit-art movement and lent it financial credibility by putting up the cash.

    Now Hirst, whose fortune is estimated at £35 million to £100 million, can put his money where his mouth is. He can afford to fork out $3.5 million (£1.8 million) for a small Warhol screenprint. And so he does. No doubt it will prove a sound investment. But it also typifies the commercially driven ethos of the “movement” he made so fashionable.

    The Brit-pack is the bedrock of a collection that began on the “swapsies” principle. Here are the sorts of pieces that made Sarah Lucas, Angus Fairhurst, Tracey Emin or Gavin Turk famous: a photo of a chicken strapped on to a girl’s knickers, a naked man cradled by a monkey suit, a filthy sleeping bag in which a tramp sleeps.

    Hirst has moved forwards, backwards and outwards from there. Breaking his rule of “never buy anything that costs more than your own work”, he invested in a small painting by his artistic godparent, Francis Bacon. It cost £12 million. He also bought pieces by Richard Prince and Jeff Koons, although he doesn’t have a Bruce Nauman, which he would love, or a Prince Charles. “Maybe we could trade,” he suggests.

    This is not one of those dull, fill-in-the-gaps-style collections. It is brashly idiosyncratic. It likes one-liners and dramatic narratives. It revels in sex and death. Works are given guts in its context. It has an energy and passion that keeps it fresh.

    On show from today (020-7298 1528)

    Art of collecting

    Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) was an avid collector of artists, such as Cezanne and Matisse, and of objects that had influenced his work. He was also a prolific collector of African art

    The Impressionists including Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) and Claude Monet (1840-1926), were heavily influenced by the bold colours and lines of Japanese prints

    Sir John Soane, the British arcahitect, (1753-1837) amassed a wide collection before his death in 1837. It ranged from classical busts and columns to furniture, and included work by Turner and Hogarth

    Peter Paul Rubens the Flemish painter (1577-1640) was a prolific collector of other people’s paintings, particularly the Venetian painter Titian


    2006年11月24日 星期五

    Charles Saatchi Sells 7 Doigs to Sotheby’s

    Published: November 24, 2006

    CHARLES SAATCHI SELLS 7 Doigs to Sotheby’s

    Charles Saatchi, the British advertising magnate, has gained an international reputation not simply for the London gallery that showcases his vast collection of contemporary art. He is just as well known for buying works by emerging young artists before they’re hot and then selling them.

    Recently he parted with seven paintings by the Scottish-born artist Peter Doig that Sotheby’s bought together for $11 million, according to art dealers and auction house experts who spoke on condition of anonymity for fear of jeopardizing future dealings with Mr. Saatchi. He had bought them either at auction or from collectors. (All seven are still on the Saatchi Gallery Web site, www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk.)

    Murmurings that Mr. Saatchi was planning to sell the paintings have been circulating around New York galleries and auction houses for six months, and this is not the first such sale he has made recently. This year he sold Christie’s five paintings by Marlene Dumas for $6 million, which the auction house has either placed at auction or sold privately, and other works he owns have been cropping up at art fairs and auctions this season.

    Perhaps the most famous of Mr. Saatchi’s purges took place in 2003, when he sold most of his works by Damien Hirst back to the artist and to the London dealer Jay Jopling. Mr. Hirst paid Mr. Saatchi about $15 million for 12 seminal pieces.

    This week, through a spokeswoman, Mr. Saatchi declined to confirm or deny the sale of the Doigs. Sotheby’s, which is trying to sell them privately for $2 million each, also refused to comment.

    Romantic yet realistic, Mr. Doig’s paintings tend to be photo-based images of scenes like a canoe floating in a glassy lake or a snow-covered mountain range and lush woodlands. Each is nostalgic yet modern. Among them are two paintings of canoes drawn from his childhood in Canada, one of Le Corbusier’s Modernist apartment block in France and another of a house in Canada.

    Mr. Doig, 47, who moved from London to Trinidad in 2002, is not a prolific artist; he works at a painstakingly slow pace, producing fewer than 10 paintings a year, said Kadee Robbins, director of the Michael Werner Gallery in London, one of the galleries representing him. “These paintings appeal to a wide number of collectors,” Ms. Robbins said, “because people can relate to the subject matter.”

    Ms. Robbins, who said she was aware of the sale to Sotheby’s, called the deal “a serious commitment, but highly justified.”

    A SWEEP OF ACQUISITIONS

    At the Modern

    The Museum of Modern Art’s committee on painting and sculpture approved several acquisitions this week. The most important is Brice Marden’s “Propitious Garden of Plane Image, Third Version” (2000-6), a six-panel painting, 24 feet long, on view as part of the artist’s retrospective running through Jan. 15. It is composed of layered ribbons of colors that explore a spectrum of six colors — red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet — in both its backgrounds and its patterns.

    “We recently acquired a small group of three works ranging in date from 1964 to 1989,” said John Elderfield, the Modern’s chief curator of painting and sculpture. “So it made real sense to see if we could add this work. It looks back at his earlier paintings and is enormously ambitious.” Donald B. Marron, vice chairman of the museum’s board, and his wife, Catherine, have promised the work to the museum.

    The other acquisitions were also gifts. Leon Black, another trustee, and Ronald S. Lauder, a trustee who is a former chairman of the Modern’s board and a co-founder of the Neue Galerie, split the purchase price of a sculpture by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, “Standing Girl, Caryatid” (1909-10), which the Modern and the Neue Galerie will own jointly. It is the first Kirchner sculpture to enter the Modern’s collection.

    The Emily and Jerry Spiegel Family Foundation donated Duchamp’s “In Advance of a Broken Arm,” a so-called unassisted readymade, meaning a common object that the artist left unchanged; this one is a common snow shovel. Mrs. Spiegel is a member of the museum’s painting and sculpture committee.

    Two other sculptures were given to the museum by Agnes Gund, a Modern president emerita, and her husband, Daniel Shapiro: “Embryo II” (1967), a three-foot-tall wax relief with organic forms by Lynda Benglis, and “Wall Pocket,” a 13-foot-tall sculpture fashioned from cedar beams by Ursula von Rydingsvard. It is the first work by Ms. von Rydingsvard to enter the Modern’s collection, Mr. Elderfield said.

    Another gift came from Steven A. Cohen, a hedge fund manager, who donated an untitled 1981 painting by Martin Kippenberger from his series “Dear Painter, Paint for Me.”

    HOPPER SHOW EXTENDED

    The Whitney Museum of American Art is extending its Edward Hopper exhibition through Dec. 31. The show, originally part of the museum’s “Full House: Views of the Whitney’s Collection at 75,” which closed Sept. 3, includes important loans like the Art Institute of Chicago’s “Nighthawks” (1942) and the Museum of Modern Art’s “New York Movie” (1939). Each painting is shown alongside its preparatory drawings from the Whitney’s holdings.

    “We’re taking advantage of a rare opportunity,” said Donna de Salvo, the Whitney’s chief curator.

    NEW HAMMER CURATORS

    The Hammer Museum in Los Angeles is making some high-profile curatorial changes. Russell Ferguson, its chief curator and deputy director for exhibitions, is becoming the chairman of the art department at the University of California, Los Angeles, replacing James Welling, who had been the acting chairman since July. Ann Philbin, director of the Hammer Museum, promoted Garry Garrels, a senior curator at the Hammer, to chief curator and deputy director for exhibitions. Mr. Ferguson will remain an adjunct curator.

    Ms. Philbin also hired Ali Subotnick as an adjunct curator. Ms. Subotnick had run the Wrong Gallery in Chelsea with the artist Maurizio Cattelan and the curator Massimiliano Gioni.

    2006年10月14日 星期六

    Power list shows growth of British influence in art

    By Louise Jury, Arts Correspondent
    Saturday, 14 October 2006

    British influence in the art world has surged in the past year, although the most important player of all is François Pinault, the French owner of Christie's auction house.

    That is the conclusion of the ArtReview magazine as it announces its Power 100 list, which has been tracking collectors, gallery owners, curators and art fair organisers for the past five years. M. Pinault takes the top spot thanks to his new museum at the Palazzo Grassi in Venice, the opening of which was attended by almost everyone of importance in the art world. Americans dominate the list with 40 entries, but the British have 25.

    John Weich, the editor-in-chief of ArtReview, said: "The Americans just have the numbers, but the British market has definitely jumped in prestige - not just in numbers but in influence."

    Sir Nicholas Serota, director of the Tate Gallery, is the most powerful British player, at number three in the 2006 survey - the same position he held in 2003 and 2004 before dropping a place last year.

    He lies behind Larry Gagosian, the New York gallery owner who also deals in London, and ahead of Glenn Lowry, the director of the Museum of Modern Art (Moma) in New York. Damien Hirst has dropped from pole position to 11th, but Charles Saatchi, the collector, and Matthew Slotover and Amanda Sharp, who founded the Frieze art fair, are in the top 10.

    Mr Saatchi, whose holdings of contemporary American art have just gone on show at the Royal Academy, is at seventh place, up from 19 last year. "He's very hands-on. He's really tuned in to what's going on," said Mr Weich.

    Mr Slotover and Ms Sharp rose from 33rd to eighth on the back of the huge pull of the fair they founded with considerable élan in London three years ago. Mr Weich said a few people outside London might have difficulty in accepting the Frieze duo in the top 10. "But in just a few short years they've been able to rally an entire metropolis to adapt its schedule to theirs," he added.

    Of the decision to place Sir Nicholas above Mr Lowry, Mr Weich added: "No one can compete with Moma in terms of money. But in sheer numbers of visitors, Tate is the largest contemporary museum in the world. And if you look at authentic attempts to be innovative and evolve what a contemporary art museum can be - for example, with its website - I think Tate is at the forefront."

    Gallery owners such as Victoria Miro, who represents Grayson Perry and Chris Ofili; Sadie Coles, whose artists include Sarah Lucas; Maureen Paley; and the Haunch of Venison team, Harry Blain and Graham Southern, have all seen their influence rise.

    Jay Jopling, who has just opened a giant new White Cube gallery in St James's, London, in addition to his existing gallery in Hoxton, leaps into the top 20 at 19.

    Gallery directors and curators including Iwona Blazwick, of the Whitechapel; Ralph Rugoff, the American who has taken over at the Hayward; and Hans Ulrich Obrist, the curator at the Serpentine, have all risen in the power stakes. Artists included this year include Tracey Emin, who is to represent Britain at the next Venice Biennale, Gilbert and George, Gavin Brown and Anish Kapoor.

    Mr Weich said: "Even though Rugoff and Obrist aren't British, [the fact they have come to work here] does indicate the pull that London has as a growing and important art capital."

    The importance of sponsorship is recognised, with UBS and Deutsche Bank winning a place, and the increasing use of the internet has secured Google 100th place. Other British-based entrants include David Adjaye and Rem Koolhaas, architects; Simon de Pury, auctioneer; and James Lingwood and Michael Morris, from the art commissioning body Artangel.

    The top 20

    * 1: François Pinault, collector and the owner of Christie's

    * 2: Larry Gagosian, dealer and gallerist

    * 3: Sir Nicholas Serota, director of the Tate

    * 4: Glenn D. Lowry, director of the Museum of Modern Art, New York

    * 5: Samuel Keller, director of ArtBasel fair

    * 6: Eli Broad, collector and philanthropist

    * 7: Charles Saatchi, collector and gallery owner

    * 8: Matthew Slotover and Amanda Sharp, founders of Frieze art fair, London

    * 9: Bruce Nauman, artist

    * 10: Jeff Koons, artist

    * 11: Damien Hirst, artist

    * 12: Brett Gorvy and Amy Cappellazzo, directors of Christie's international post-war and contemporary art department

    * 13: Robert Storr, curator and academic

    * 14: Iwan Wirth, dealer and gallerist, Hauser and Wirth

    * 15: Marian Goodman, dealer/gallerist

    * 16: David Zwirner, dealer and gallerist

    * 17: Gerhard Richter, artist

    * 18: Marc Glimcher, dealer and gallerist

    * 19: Jay Jopling, dealer and gallerist, White Cube

    *20: Mike Kelley, artist

    2006年10月9日 星期一

    Andreas Whittam Smith: Has the Turner Prize lost its way?

    I don't get it. This is, like Duchamp's urinal, art only because the artist says it is art

    Andreas Whittam Smith

    Monday, 9 October 2006

    The annual exhibition of the shortlisted entries for the Turner Prize, which is to honour the achievements of an outstanding artist under the age of 50, living and working in Britain, regularly raises the issue: is this art?

    The new show is no exception. Greeting visitors to Tate Britain, in London, are a video installation which contains within it a working production office (Phil Collins); a quasi-scientific installation (Mark Titchner); new sculptural works described as "deliberately anti-heroic" (Rebecca Warren) and a set of 11 abstract paintings (Tomma Abts).

    "Is this art?" is a famous trick question. Robert Hughes, the critic, gave the wrong answer when he first came across contemporary art as a young man in Australia.

    In his autobiography published this month, he recounts that a Sydney museum had put on an exhibition of abstract painting in Europe. "Everyone, including myself, thought it was some kind of joke," Mr Hughes recalls. One painting in particular struck him as peculiarly offensive, with its paint "daubed on" and its main motif "the numeral 47 painted in black in a funny-looking cursive script". It was by Miro.

    One is also put on notice to retain an open mind by the distinguished list of previous Turner prize winners in its 22-year history. They include Howard Hodgkin, Gilbert and George, Anish Kapoor, Rachel Whiteread, Antony Gormley, Damien Hurst, Gillian Wearing and Chris Ofili.

    The results are good because the method of arriving at a shortlist and then a winner are well conceived. A jury spends a year making its choices. It is always chaired by Sir Nicholas Serota, the director of the Tate, and this year it also comprised a writer, a gallery director, a curator from New York and an academic, Their choices are then exhibited for two months and are accompanied by filmed interviews with the artists. Finally, the announcement of the prize winner is broadcast live by Channel 4 (4 December).

    All the same, I struggled this year to know what to think - not realising, as I shall recount, that help was at hand. In Phil Collins' installation we watch continuous film of people being interviewed on Turkish television, whose lives have been ruined, as they believe, by appearing on reality TV shows.

    We can also see a fully functioning office called Shady Lane Productions that is planning the artist's next set of projects. I don't get it. This is, like Duchamp's urinal, art only because the artist says it is art.

    Some measure of Mark Titchner's work is given by its ridiculous title: How to change behaviour (Tiny Masters of the World Come Out). You see hand-chiselled "machines", a computer-designed billboard and kinetic sculpture that employs optical illusions and hypnotic effects to manipulate the viewer's perception. I didn't feel negative about this; rather not much moved. The work is oddly artless in the sense of lacking guile, being unsophisticated and unworldly, even unaffected. Yet the objects have charm.

    As to the other two shortlisted artists, there is no question that Rebecca Warren's unfired clay sculpture, bronze figures and vitrines filled with various found objects and Tomma Abts' abstract paintings in acrylic and oil are "art" as conventionally defined. I preferred Abts, and I would vote for her. Nonetheless, I left the show after the second of my two visits thinking that this is not a vintage year for the Turner prize.

    And then, next day, I became certain. For I went to the Royal Academy to see USA Today, an exhibition of paintings, sculptures, photographs and installations by 40 young American artists. With its sheer energy (Kristin Baker), its elegance (Ryan McGinness and Matthew Brannon) its wit (Aleksandra Mir) and its cleverness (Wangechi Mutu), it is a thrilling spectacle. I think only Abts' work would have got into the USA Today show.

    It would be wrong, however, to take the exhibition as fully representative of the state of American contemporary art. More accurately, it is what currently interests Britain's greatest collector, Charles Saatchi. All the work on show comes from the Saatchi Gallery. Is it Mr Saatchi, or American artists in general, who tend to see the world not as utopia but dystopia, where deprivation, oppression and terror are our everyday condition?

    Some artists in the show focus on the bleakness of urban life, where decisions that affect our lives are made by people we cannot reach, where social divisions are like chasms, and where people often feel as if they were worker ants in a huge nest. And some are anti-consumerist, like Banks Violette, who has an installation which comprises old refrigerators and other domestic equipment, as if found abandoned in a store room after a new ice age, their owners long since disappeared, presumed dead, and everything now covered with a salty white frost, all utterly useless.

    Yet even I, one of nature's optimists, more likely to imagine utopia than dystopia, thoroughly enjoyed USA Today. It isn't like an art museum, or even a normal Royal Academy exhibition, where only good stuff is on display. There is dross, too. But above all, USA Today insistently asks questions. Erick Svenson's model of a dead white deer on frozen city cobbles, what was that all about? The distorted female figures in Inka Essenhigh's oil-on-linen picture Shopping, what were they telling us?

    Is this art? Yes, it makes us see more clearly, feel more passionately and think more deeply. But, of course, art provides no answers.


    2006年10月7日 星期六

    Leading article: A contemporary view of the world

    Saturday, 7 October 2006

    Charles Saatchi could be forgiven for wondering if much has changed in our attitudes to contemporary art in the past nine years. The opening of his new show, USA Today, at the Royal Academy has been greeted by the same moral outrage that was hurled in the direction of his Sensation exhibition in 1997. Despite the depressingly familiar nature of the latest controversy, though, the truth is that we are much more willing to engage with new work today. And Mr Saatchi deserves a good deal of the credit for that transformation.

    Many of the artists featured in Sensation - among them Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin, Jake and Dinos Chapman - have gone on to become respected figures on the international art scene. Neglected media such as installation, video and performance have entered the mainstream thanks to Mr Saatchi's sponsorship. Artistic institutions have also benefited from his patronage. His philanthropic donations have swelled the coffers of several art schools.

    Mr Saatchi is not universally loved, of course. Peter Blake has argued that his commercial influence is such that those new artists who do not catch his eye - or fall from favour - can suffer unjustly. Others note that Mr Saatchi's adeptness in generating publicity (using the presentation skills learnt as a advertising executive) has significantly boosted the value of his own art acquisitions.

    But similar accusations could be levelled at many wealthy patrons throughout history. And despite the huge public interest in his personal life, he has always put the art first - and it is here that his real achievement lies.

    Mr Saatchi has helped to make contemporary art part of our culture. People think about, debate - and, most importantly, view - contemporary art in a way they simply did not before he began collecting. He has also made Britain a world centre for contemporary art. Witness the growing popularity of the Frieze Art Fair, which opens next week. Tens of thousands of visitors come - not to buy but just to enjoy. Regardless of your opinion of contemporary art, it is impossible to deny that there is now a substantial public appetite for it.

    He may be no artist himself, but Mr Saatchi has helped to change the way we see the world.

    2006年10月4日 星期三

    The states they're in

    From
    October 4, 2006

    Charles Saatchi shows that he has lost little of his sharpness in the Royal Academy's show of new American art

    USA Today

    Royal Academy

    Charles Saatchi has appeared to switch allegiances back and forth so quickly over the past decade or so, from British art to German to American, that one is inclined to view the arrival of this new survey of contemporary American art with some jaded lack of interest. But one is also inclined to forget with what authority Saatchi stands as a judge of American trends: when he opened his Boundary Road gallery in 1985 he began with a show of Americans, and he has shown them six times since.

    Critics may whine churlishly about his conservatism (while championing exactly the same artists) and they may complain — with more justice — of the silly razzmatazz of his now defunct County Hall gallery, but we should remember how much good art this man has shown us.

    When you walk into the entrance foyer of the galleries and find Terence Koh’s neon rooster, Big White Cock, one suspects he’s right on the button again. Having said that, the prevailing accent in recent surveys of American art has consistently been one of anxiety and self-laceration (summed up in the title of the Serpentine’s concurrent show, Uncertain States of America), and the most compelling accents in US art of the past half-century have been dark and often violent.

    But one has to look very hard to find pointed references here to America’s recent troubles, either 9/11 or the Middle East. However, politics in art is not a dish that is good when served to order. Better are the artworks that come to it obliquely, even though one might question their conclusions: Matthew Day Jackson’s tableau of altered found images, Dance of Destruction, touches on patriotism and hysterical religiosity but seems to put down the whole violent tumult of America’s problems to an ancient and enduring death drive.

    Other surprising and powerful ensembles also deliver stern indictments: Erick Swenson’s Untitled installation is a paved and frozen wilderness that has claimed a young white deer; opposite is the bloody red abstraction of Barnaby Furnas’s Flood (Red Sea); and in between is Furnas’s Hamburger Hill, in which troops-cum-gangsters arrive over the hill in a charge of gunfire.

    There is more of this elsewhere, with canvases by the reliable Kelley Walker including Black Star Press, in which silkscreened images of civil rights protests meet with dirty plumes of thrown paint; and Jon Pylypchuk’s arrangement of tiny stuffed dolls, Hopefully, I will live through this with a little bit of dignity, a wish that seems unlikely to be fulfilled amid its crowds of injured black troops.

    The whole horrible parade comes to a spectacular conclusion with Banks Violette’s Untitled installation, in which an empty coffin lies before a rock-concert stage set that has turned into salt, just as Lot’s wife was when she looked back on the destruction of Sodom.

    At times one feels that revelling in squalor is a substitute for dealing with more substantive issues: Dash Snow’s F*** the Police, an arrangement of press clippings sprayed with his semen, does not deserve its wall-space. At other times one feels that the artists are hopelessly striving to equal those brilliant, never-bettered State of the Union paintings, Jasper Johns’s Flag series. Many attempt that here, so many fail: Jules Balincourt attempts commentary with goofy maps of the US, Rodney McMillian does the same with his floppily hanging depiction of the Supreme Court; and Gerald Davis takes a different tack with weak paintings of cartoonish figures. The most powerful image in this vein is one of the simplest: Josephine Meckseper’s Pyromaniac 2, which shows an American beauty sucking, not on a cigarette, but on a burning match.

    Amanda Sharp, the director of the Frieze Art Fair, recently told me that she thought American art had had a bad decade — indeed, that Europe was ahead. But, while one might look in vain for a stand-out prodigy of the calibre of Matthew Barney ten years ago, there is much here that is full-blooded, articulate and eloquently angry enough to persuade you that she’s wrong.

    USA Today is at the Royal Academy, London W1 (0870 848 8484), from Friday to Nov 4, £2.80-£10 (www.royalacademy.org.uk)


    2006年10月1日 星期日

    Swimming With Famous Dead Sharks

    Steve Forrest/Impact-Visual, for The New York Times

    Damien Hirst with a spare frozen shark.


    Published: October 1, 2006

    ASTON DOWN AIRFIELD, England

    IN this vast Gloucestershire flatland dotted with abandoned airplane hangars, a former Royal Air Force Station where pilots once plotted classified missions during World War II, the artist Damien Hirst was overseeing a secret operation of his own one recent morning.

    It was a delicate undertaking, one that required rubberized protective jumpsuits, long tables of medical equipment and more than 224 gallons of formaldehyde. The goal: to replace the decaying tiger shark that floats in one of Mr. Hirst’s best-known works of Conceptual art, “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living.”

    As rap music quietly played in the background, five men and one woman wearing bright yellow suits, black rubber gloves and breathing masks huddled over the shark’s hulking 13-foot-long replacement. The immediate impression was that the shark was being treated by a team of acupuncturists: some 200 large needles dotted its body.

    So toxic was the air that the property could be reached only through security-coded iron gates, and no one, not even the artist, was allowed near the shark without protective gear. As Mr. Hirst, 41, looked on, he plucked a long hypodermic needle from a nearby worktable.

    “Three different lengths of needles are being used to inject the shark with formaldehyde,’’ he said proudly, with the air of a child showing off a new toy. He flexed the syringe to demonstrate how the needles are inserted into the animal twice, each time penetrating deeper into the body cavity. “The last shark was never injected, so it decayed from the inside.’’

    The original shark — a 14-footer that was caught and killed by a fisherman in Australia at Mr. Hirst’s behest in 1991 — was first unveiled to the public in its glass tank the following year at the Saatchi Gallery in London. It quickly became a symbol of the shock tactics common to the circle known as the Young British Artists.

    Charles Saatchi, the advertising magnate and collector, had commissioned Mr. Hirst to make the work for £50,000, now about $95,000. At the time that sum was considered so enormous that the British tabloid The Sun heralded the transaction with the headline “50,000 for Fish Without Chips.’’

    But as a result of inadequate preservation efforts, time was not kind to the original, which slowly decomposed until its form changed, its skin grew deeply wrinkled, and the solution in the tank turned murky. (It didn’t help that the Saatchi Gallery added bleach to the solution, hastening the decay, staff members at Mr. Hirst’s studio said.) In 1993 Mr. Saatchi’s curators finally had the shark skinned and stretched the skin over a fiberglass mold.

    “It didn’t look as frightening,’’ Mr. Hirst recalled. “You could tell it wasn’t real. It had no weight.’’

    In recent years Mr. Saatchi has been selling off works by the Young British Artists that he collected so voraciously in the 90’s, and two years ago “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living’’ was purchased by the hedge fund billionaire Steven A. Cohen, who lives in Greenwich, Conn. He paid $8 million for it, one of the highest prices at the time for a work of contemporary art.

    The impetus was a call from Larry Gagosian, the Manhattan dealer, alerting him to Mr. Saatchi’s intention to sell. Mr. Cohen knew the shark’s history and its problems: that the piece was never properly injected with formaldehyde, and what was floating in the tank was a fiberglass shadow of its former self. But in a funny way, that too had its appeal.

    “Is it real? Isn’t it real?’’ Mr. Cohen said. “I liked the whole fear factor.’’

    But Mr. Hirst didn’t. When he learned of Mr. Cohen’s plans to buy the 22-ton work, he volunteered to replace the shark. “I frequently work on things after a collector has them,’’ the artist said. “I recently called a collector who owns a fly painting because I didn’t like the way it looked, so I changed it slightly.’’

    As it turns out, Mr. Cohen is paying for the replacement project, although he declined to say how much it would cost, other than to call the expense “inconsequential.’’ (The procedure involving the injection of formaldehyde alone adds up to about $100,000, including labor and materials.)


    Steve Forrest/Impact-Visual; A.C. International Arts Services; Jonathan Player for The New York Times

    In an abandoned airline hangar in Gloucestershire, workers wearing protective jumpsuits inject a dead shark with formaldehyde for one of Damien Hirst’s best known Conceptual works. This shark replaced the original one, which had begun to rot; it is shown at above at the Royal Academy of Arts in London in 1997 and being removed recently from its tank.

    Mr. Hirst began by contacting his shark sources in Australia. And a year ago he bought the second tiger shark, this one from a fisherman who caught it just off the Queensland coast and killed it. It was shipped by sea freighter in a special 20-foot freezer with backup power, a journey that took roughly two months. Meanwhile the original tank was being renovated.

    PURPOSELY provocative and sometimes disturbing, Mr. Hirst is probably Britain’s most controversial artist. Lines form around the block at gallery openings of his work, and fans often shout when they recognize him in the street. Some art critics praise him for acquainting a young generation with conceptual art nearly a century after Marcel Duchamp unveiled his porcelain urinal; other critics deride him as an artist of gimmicks and one-liners. In 1995, when he won Britain’s prestigious Turner Prize for “Mother and Child Divided,’’ a cow and a calf cut into sections and exhibited in a series of vitrines, Brian Sewell of The Evening Standard of London wrote that it was “no more interesting than a stuffed pike over a pub door.’’

    Mr. Hirst has arranged rotting cows to simulate copulation, and displayed sheep preserved in formaldehyde and maggots attacking a cow’s head. He has filled glass-fronted shelves with hundreds of bottles and boxes of drugs, displayed dead animals and skeletons in cabinets, and produced canvases covered with real flies and butterflies.

    In the airplane hanger where the shark is being worked on — a vast space with several eight-foot-tall freezers filled with dead animals — he continues to explore variations on those themes. Four crucified fiberglass cows, their skins stretched over molds, lie on the floor. Nearby is a table of skulls. Canvases hold the beginnings of what Mr. Hirst said would become a series inspired by the Beatles’ “White Album,’’ which he said he might call “Bigger Than God, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.’’

    “I’ve also tried to do a Pietà with cows,’’ he said, pointing to a marble-edged tank ready to be filled. Nearby is “Mr. Potter’s Curiosity Museum,’’ a doll’s house filled with dead, stuffed animals — rabbits, cats, birds, mice, turtles, frogs — that he bought from a taxidermist in Cornwall.

    Reportedly one of the richest men in Britain, Mr. Hirst can now afford to run multiple studios in London and in Gloucestershire, some two hours west of the capital, equipped with freezers full of dead animals and emergency generators in case of a power failure.

    Such is his reputation that when a seven-foot shark washed up on a beach in July, and the Natural History Museum in London needed a place to store it until its staff was ready to preserve it, the first call it made was to Mr. Hirst.

    “They asked if I had any room in my freezer,’’ he said with satisfaction. He was happy to oblige.

    Oliver Crimmen, a scientist and fish curator at the Natural History Museum in London, was in the formaldehyde pool with the shark, directing the operation. Mr. Hirst had enlisted his help to ensure that this specimen would last longer than its predecessor. “It’s like cookery,’’ Mr. Hirst mused. “There are loads of recipes.’’

    Mr. Crimmen is experienced mainly in preserving fish like giant squid and swordfish. “Normally the fish I work on are smaller,” he said, “so I have adapted the recipe to the shark’s weight, which is 1.92 metric tons. It is critically important to make sure the fluid penetrates all the tissues.’’

    During a short lunch break, over sandwiches and soft drinks, Mr. Crimmen explained the procedure. The shark — a female about 25 to 30 years old, middle-aged in shark terms — would spend about two weeks in a bath filled with a 7 percent formalin solution, made of dissolved formaldehyde gas and water.

    “There are places you cannot reach with needles, like its fin, skull and the spinal column,’’ Mr. Crimmen said. So the shark is immersed in the bath to allow the formaldehyde to be absorbed through the skin. The mission required 34 barrels — each containing 6.6 gallons— of formaldehyde. At night a lid is put over the pool, and the shark is left to marinate.

    “You have to have a carefully mapped injection program,’’ Mr. Crimmen said. “There are no nice tests to see if the formaldehyde has been properly absorbed deep inside the shark. You have to see how the specimen behaves to the touch. If it is hard when manipulated and bent, it means it has properly penetrated into the animal’s body tissues.’’

    Unlike most fish, the scientist explained, sharks do not have bony skeletons; theirs are made of cartilage, which is relatively flexible. “Even their jaws, which you might think are made of bone, are actually made of hard cartilage, which has a limited life span and can crumble over time,’’ Mr. Crimmen said. So if the body is to last for decades, the shark must be kept constantly moist in the formalin solution.

    A shark’s skin is armored with tiny teeth, so Mr. Crimmen and his team had to first drill small holes in the skin, filling them with temporary pins in preparation for the injection of the formaldehyde. Because a shark’s skin is so rough, the tiny holes won’t leave noticeable marks once the fish is properly preserved.

    “As a fish curator I generally preserve things for science and then I don’t have to pay attention to aesthetics,’’ Mr. Crimmen said. “This is a novel angle for me.’’

    After lunch Mr. Crimmen returned to the formaldehyde pool with five workers from Mr. Hirst’s studio, the rap music still softly playing in the background. Only Mr. Crimmen spent the entire day attending to the shark; the environment was so unpleasant, the workers said, that most of them could bear to be there for only a few hours at a time.

    By now the shark had been turned on its side and the process of removing the temporary needles and injecting the animal had begun. Once the shark has totally absorbed the formalin and formaldehyde, it will be taken in a specially designed shark-shaped traveling tank to Bregenz, Austria, for an exhibition that begins in February. (Its original 1991 tank has been refurbished for the occasion.) Sometime in the summer the shark will make its way to Mr. Cohen’s house in Greenwich.

    ON a recent Saturday afternoon Mr. Cohen was in Manhattan taking in the latest gallery exhibitions. He had stopped by the Gagosian Gallery on Madison Avenue to see some drawings by Mr. Hirst that had just gone on view. On the walls were studies for “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living,’’ prompting Mr. Cohen to reminisce about the first time he found himself face-to-face with the real piece.

    “It was in County Hall in London,’’ Mr. Cohen said. “I grew up in the generation of ‘Jaws.’ I knew it was the piece of the 90’s.’’

    Mr. Hirst acknowledges that once the shark is replaced, art historians will argue that the piece cannot be considered the same artwork. “It’s a big dilemma,’’ he said. “Artists and conservators have different opinions about what’s important: the original artwork or the original intention. I come from a Conceptual art background, so I think it should be the intention. It’s the same piece. But the jury will be out for a long time to come.’’

    Echoing that argument, Mr. Cohen said the shark could not be compared to a painting. “We’re dealing with a conceptual idea,’’ he said. “The whole point is the boldness of the shark. Damien felt strongly that this was the best option.’’

    Rumors have circulated in the art world that Mr. Cohen has promised the work to the Museum of Modern Art. But Mr. Cohen said that he had made no plans to donate the work to the Modern and that he is unsure exactly where he will put it when the tank arrives in Connecticut.

    “Ultimately I think it’s a piece that needs to be put in a major museum,’’ he said. “I’ve had discussions with some, but I can’t say which ones, and nothing has been decided.’’

    More generally his long-term plans include building a private museum on his property in Greenwich to display his art collection, from a Manet self-portrait to Monet’s “Water Lilies’’ to a Jackson Pollock drip painting to Pop Art by Warhol and Lichtenstein. He also owns Mr. Hirst’s “Away From the Flock,’’ a whole lamb floating in a formaldehyde solution, as well as several paintings by Mr. Hirst, among them examples of his signature butterflies, pills and a skull.

    As for the future of the new shark, Mr. Hirst isn’t worried, he said.

    “As long as it lasts my lifetime, I’m happy,’’ he said. After a pause, he added: “It’s got a 200-year guarantee. Or your money back.’’


    2006年9月28日 星期四

    The rise and rise of Jay Jopling

    Many in the art world aspire to be movers and shakers. But few have succeeded quite as spectacularly as the suave, self-assured and seriously sociable gallery owner Jay Jopling. As his White Cube empire expands once again, Louise Jury charts the life and times of the man who brought - and sold - Britart to the world

    Thursday, 28 September 2006

    It may not look like much. An unprepossessing grey building tucked away behind the London Library in the heart of London's "Establishment" quarter, St James's. But last night this unassuming building was playing host to one of the most eagerly anticipated gallery openings for years. Jay Jopling's White Cube Mason's Yard, the third addition to the empire of the Old Etonian dealer, had opened its doors.

    The photographer Andreas Gursky flew in from Germany to mark the occasion, as did the painter Anselm Kiefer, who travelled from his home in France to join a clutch of former Turner Prize-winners, models, musicians, celebrities and collectors to celebrate Jopling's latest triumph.

    White Cube Mason's Yard is destined to be one of the most talked-about new additions to the capital's cultural scene, a venue for exhibitions from the likes of Tracey Emin and the Chapman brothers, and the North Americans Chuck Close and Jeff Wall.

    Thirteen years after he launched his first gallery - the original White Cube - in a tiny 13ft by 13ft room on the opposite side of Duke Street, and six years since he opened the doors to his second, in the grittier surroundings of Hoxton, east London, the sparkling £12m venue will run in parallel with White Cube Hoxton. "London is unarguably the pre-eminent city for contemporary art in Europe. White Cube Mason's Yard will allow us to showcase artists in the centre of the capital as well as continuing to present their work in... the East End. The new White Cube will more than double our gallery space and provide a broader platform for bringing world-class art to a world-class city," he said.

    It is perhaps a mark of Jopling's ambition that in taking over a former electricity sub-station and creating in its place a cool emporium of culture, the project echoes nothing less than Tate Modern, the gallery that has contributed most to the huge expansion of public interest in art in Britain in the last decade.

    And just as Hoxton Square played host to 2,000 people when Tracey Emin opened her last show there, Mason's Yard is set to be party central for the extraordinary collection of creatives that any reader of the society and gossip columns would recognise as the Jopling gang.

    If there is one thing that defines Jopling, even more than the stable of Young British Artists whom he has known and nurtured since the early Nineties, it is parties. He is a man always willing to be tempted into moving on for a final nightcap. "He's got a zest for life and he doesn't want to miss out on anything," says Tim Marlow, the arts broadcaster who has been White Cube's director of exhibitions since 2002.

    With his wife, the artist Sam Taylor-Wood, Jopling was among the handful of guests at the civil partnership ceremony for Sir Elton John and David Furnish. And at the select drinks hosted by Selfridge's when Taylor-Wood wrapped its store in the largest photograph ever seen, the couple joined fashion designer Stella McCartney and musicians such as Alex James .

    For her project Crying Men, Taylor-Wood persuaded a galaxy of A-list actors including Robert Downey Jr, Jude Law, Paul Newman, Willem Dafoe and Laurence Fishburne to be pictured in tears. Though most were not friends, it was an idea which required the kind of networking skills at which the couple have proved adept.

    And as the British contemporary art scene has blossomed in the last 15 years to become both lucrative and fashionable, Jopling, with his wife at his side, has ridden the wave of celebrity to the benefit of his stable of high-profile artists - and himself.

    Jay Jopling was born in 1963, the son of Michael Jopling, a Yorkshire landowner better known as chief whip and Minister of Agriculture in Margaret Thatcher's government.

    He grew up on the family farm but was sent to boarding school in Scarborough from the age of seven, and then on to Eton. In an early sign of his passion for art and business savvy, he persuaded Bridget Riley to create a cover for the school magazine. He bought his first work of art from the Anthony d'Offay Gallery at 14 - a limited-edition Gilbert and George book that cost £16. And while his father was working late at Westminster, he spent hours just down the road at the Tate.

    By now convinced that he wanted to work in the art world, he decided to study art history at Edinburgh University, and it was there that he started dealing on a small scale.

    In his final year, inspired by Band Aid, he and some friends organised a charity art auction - at a time when such events were comparatively uncommon - with a rare energy and drive. Jopling went to New York to persuade major names such as Jean-Michel Basquiat, Julian Schnabel and Keith Haring to donate their work. The auction raised hundreds of thousands of pounds for Africa.

    After university, he moved to London where he became friends with the emerging Young British Artists - Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin and Marc Quinn - and began staging shows in warehouses.

    He found the funds to enable the young Hirst to turn his paper dreams of a shark sculpture into reality, then sold the finished work to Charles Saatchi for £25,000. When he met Emin in a pub, she persuaded him to give her £10 in return for a series of letters that soon began arriving on his doorstep, containing the kind of personal confessions that later came to chracterise her art.

    Then in 1993, he pulled off a coup. Pointing out that Christie's had at one time provided Constable with a studio, Jopling persuaded the auction house to allow him to have a tiny gallery space in Duke Street, rent-free. White Cube was born.

    Here, Emin was one of the first to exhibit, with My Major Retrospective 1963-1993 (in case she never warranted a genuine retrospective) with the likes of Mona Hatoum, Gary Hume, Cerith Wyn Evans, Franz Ackermann, Luc Tuymans and Nan Goldin to follow. He showed no artist more than once, which made each show an unmissable - and severely overcrowded - event.

    "It was very exciting for artists," recalls one art world insider. "He showed people who you only read about in magazines. It was the start of London becoming hip - it was like being in a provincial town that suddenly got exciting. It was good that someone was doing something that was adventurous without it looking all grungey and squat. It was a small room but it was quite grand because of where it was.

    "And if you were an art collector/investor and you bought something each month from Jay Jopling in those days, that collection would be worth quite a lot of money. You wouldn't have been able to do that with most other galleries."

    For several years, Jopling went out with an American designer Maia Norman, but with that relationship crumbling, he introduced her to Hirst whom she subsequently married. All three are now friends.

    Jopling in turn had met Sam Taylor-Wood at her 1994 video installation, Killing Time. They fell in love and married in 1997. Their daughter Angelica was born the same year.

    It has not all been easy. That same year, Taylor-Wood was diagnosed with cancer and on Christmas Eve 1997 surgeons removed several feet of her colon. She faced another cancer scare in 2000, and instead of attending the opening of his new gallery in Hoxton, Jopling was by her side in hospital in America.

    Today, the couple live in a beautiful Robert Adam Georgian house not far from the BBC's Broadcasting House, with another home in Yorkshire and - miraculously - she is due to give birth to their second child any day soon.

    "Here's a man who has spent five years on a £12m development and the amazing thing is that he's becoming a father for the second time and they're dealing with that, too," says Tim Marlow. "I [think] he will miss the opening of this [gallery] as well."

    Despite being very visible as man about town, Jopling is loath to discuss himself in public. "He doesn't want to become the story," says Marlow. "He doesn't call the gallery Jay Jopling Fine Arts. It's White Cube, which is historically coded [from the art book Inside the White Cube, the Ideology of the Gallery Space by Brian O'Doherty] and smart. It's not about him, it's a broader, smarter vision."

    Marlow regards the celebrity couple of the gossip pages as a natural consequence of success. "People pick up on the fact that he's glamorous and mixes with celebrities. It's an inevitable consequence of the connectedness of the creative community.

    "If you are very successful at what you do, you meet other very successful people. Jay is one of the most successful people in his particular area, which has became an increasingly important and glamorous world in the last decade. The art world is unrecognisable from what it was 15 years ago."

    But not all Jopling's friends are household names. Among those with whom he shares his passion for Leeds United and the poetry of John Cooper Clarke and Philip Larkin are the artist and writer Harland Miller, who would never register in the pages of Heat.

    Antony Gormley, one of the artists he represents, says: "He's very loyal and a good friend and he's very generous with his friendship. With meeting Jay, you do meet a lot of people you wouldn't have met otherwise. They're all stimulating people. There's just a sense he enjoys people that are making the world a bit different."

    Johnnie Shand Kydd, the society photographer who has known Jopling since his Edinburgh days, says: "He's one of the most loyal people I know. Once he decides he's behind you, he's behind you through thick and thin. And he's unbelievably fun, just lovely and naughty. He works hard and he plays hard."

    So at a Jay Jopling party, Little Britain star David Walliams or any number of hardened Groucho Club party-people are likely to be found mingling with the many artists Jopling represents.

    But not everyone has fallen under Jopling's spell. Rosie Millard, who examined the contemporary art scene in her book The Tastemakers, says: "His shameless courting of celebrities is, frankly, a bit naff. I don't think you can come across as particularly serious if you're so besotted with famous people. I suspect it might do him down in the long run, because he just comes across as shallow." But those close to him insist that it is the art that counts. "He's genuinely passionate about the work," Marlow says. "There are plenty of gallerists who cannot disguise the fact that all they are interested in is whether they can sell it or not. He's not a philanthropist. White Cube is a commercial gallery. But he's able to talk to artists about what they do and why they do it with genuine knowledge and enthusiasm."

    And he thinks big. Anselm Kiefer could scarcely believe that White Cube was willing to bring to Hoxton the type of pavilion in which he shows his work at home in southern France, but it did last year.

    He has also been inventive, with projects such as fig-1, a series of exhibitions and events that included writers such as Will Self and fashion designers such as Philip Treacy alongside artists. Yet there are others who are said to have fallen by the wayside when they responded to Jopling's interventionist suggestions on their work.

    Most artists, though, defend him to the hilt. "He is supremely enthusiastic and he's very capable of communicating his passions in a way that makes you want to have the same experience that Jay seems to have in his relationship with art," says Antony Gormley.

    "He's very exciting and it's exciting to be around whatever is happening around him. I think he wants you to take risks and wants you to be part of risk-taking. There's not a tired attitude of art as some kind of commodity but a relationship and an involvement."

    So when Gormley needed feedback on the major retrospective of his work that is being planned at the Hayward Gallery, Jopling was on the phone brimming with ideas.

    To his fans, Jopling is a charming, impeccably turned out workaholic. Johnnie Shand Kydd laughs at how pernickety he is over his clothes. "Sam gives me all his cast-offs. I don't mind a frayed cuff."

    "The buildings he builds, his house, everything about him is beautifully judged. He's got very astute taste, a very refined sensibility," adds Marlow.

    "Sam has a balance that may have something to do with her life experiences. She works incredibly hard because she's a mother and because women, on the whole, do balance life-work better. But Jay's a workaholic. He's working and thinking about his work all the time, he's absolutely driven that way."

    If he has woken at 7am with a thought on a new project, he will think nothing of calling Marlow to talk about it. "He always says if he can't be the best at what he's doing, he doesn't want to do it. But he wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth as far as the art world is concerned." Jopling's Mason's Yard development was a massive investment. The electricity sub-station, a rare development opportunity in St James's, had been in Jopling's sight from before he opened his second gallery in Hoxton. But it had not been for sale. Then, out of the blue, he had a telephone call to say that sealed bids were being sought. He won.

    For the new gallery, he has recruited more talent to his fold, including the Canadian Jeff Wall and the photographer Andreas Gursky, one of the most highly-sought after artists in the world at present.

    Although some believe that Hauser and Wirth, nearby, is currently London's trendiest gallery and the New Yorker Larry Gagosian is a bigger hitter globally, White Cube Mason's Yard is already a landmark in the national art scene.

    For Jopling's part, he says he is proud and excited to see the project come to fruition. "Coming back to St James's is a little bit like coming home," he says. "I've always missed this area, I have to say. I've always wanted to collide the avant-garde with the Establishment."