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Big Money or Critical Taste
Who wins?
At Art Basel in Miami Beach last December, just as we were about to go
out and perform on the imminent death of criticism and to answer such
questions as "What is art criticism today and why is it relevant?" and
"Is money the new art criticism?", the Las Vegas-based critic Dave
Hickey said he felt like Donald Duck at the Last Supper. Being Donald
Duck is at least livelier than being a dinosaur, drowning in a dismal
swamp. There is indeed something faintly ludicrous in sitting around at
an art fair talking about criticism. Never has the art market been
stronger. Never has money been so powerful. Never have so many artists
got so rich, and never has there been such alarming stuff on sale.
Never have critics felt so out of the loop.
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