Some art world person on the news radio this morning, about the record price for Brett Whiteley’s painting The Olgas for Ernest Giles. (From memory): “There’s quite a lot of genitalia in there. That makes it highly desirable for any corporate foyer or boardroom.”
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I heard this on the radio as I was driving to work and of course thought “wtf?”
But you’re right, it makes perfect sense once one thinks of the how the dynamics of corporate business are often portrayed – “big swinging dicks.”
Let our foyer be a warning to all who enter here.
The Blue Mountains.
It was purchased at $2.5m
FROM Sally Browne of the frock-shop fame, and sold
TO Morry of the Spotlight fabric chain for $3.8m
deutscher-menzies made a million.
and whiteley was a junkie.
WE, are all in the wrong game.
Dare one say that the art market is knackered.
I came.
I saw.
I dared.
(©Phil … sort of.)
(But we didn’t bid. You can’t put a price on genitalia.)
Never cared much for Whiteleys work, even though I had to study his stuff while at Arty School over two decades ago. Much sooner prefer James Gleeson, but sure as fk wouldn’t have one in the room with me.
Damn, I am getting old, I was looking at the pretty colours until I read your post.