Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Up In Smoke
Fire at Charles Saatchi's Leyton warehouse has destroyed his art collection. I can't help but feel that it serves him right; not because I have any malice towards Saatchi, I just think it's quite beautiful that all this art which he was treating as a pension plan, an investment, a bond, financial capitol rather than cultural documentation, has been destroyed by an airily tossed cigarette or a gas leak or whatever it was that caused the fire. I like the idea of art being temporal anyway (sculptures should be touched, paintings exposed to light + air - how things react and change and decay over time is as much what the art is about as the actual things themselves; decay is as much a part of an object as it's colour or molecules or whatever), and this art, preserved, hidden, banked upon, is now the most temporal of all.
Plus a lot of it (HELLO TRACEY EMIN) was shite anyway.
5/26/2004 02:11:00 pm