I got a friend - through Liza - who does art, and this thread makes me think about recent developments in his career. I don't really know what the following means but it sort of seems relevant. This will be a long post, really it is a splurge of stuff about how someone I know has been affected by the intersection of money and art and business and so on. I guess it's just an example of what's discussed above but of course it becomes a million times more real when it's not "artists" or "business men" being discussed but real people with real names, more so if it's your friends. I'm just hoping that someone can be bothered to read the below and maybe can help me extract some meaning or moral from it all.
So this guy and his twin brother are Georgian and they used to paint icons in the orthodox church there and really they both wanted to be artists so they sort of went begging to this local rich businessman (oligarch I dunno) and he gave them some money to go to Europe and try and make it as artists. I don't really know the full story here cos this was before I knew them but they managed to go to Germany (in itself something that is not that easy if you're from Georgia I think, one time he wanted to come from Germany and visit Liza in London for a week and visit art galleries and then go back to Germany and they arbitrarily refused his visa so that was that, he simply couldn't come) and they had a bit of money left to support themselves for a while.
For the next step somehow they managed to both blag their way into the Kunstacademie in Dusseldorf - which is supposed to be one of the best art colleges in the world, whatever that means - which was crazy in that first they had to have citizenship papers or proof of residency or something to be allowed to attend and, not to put too fine a point on it, they met a forger (I think there was a story attached to this too but I can't remember it off the top of my head) who quickly made some for them at a reduced rate, and then they really did just talk their way in on the strength of the art they were able to show. Their stuff was deemed good enough that they circumvented the official process and were accepted which was an amazing achievement too. Of the two brothers, as I said at the start, one of them is a good friend of mine now but he is really quite shy and diffident etc, I just don't know how he managed that part. I think by all accounts his brother was the much more dynamic and pushy of the two, so I assume he was probably mainly responsible for that happening - but he later had this massive breakdown and when I've met him he has just been so heavily medicated he's like a zombie, I guess I never knew the real S (let's call him).
So after all that drama they got in and studied and worked* like mad which I assume is what caused his brother's stress overload. I think they thought that so many people had showed so much kindness to them and invested so much time or money or just belief in them that they really didn't want to let them down. I suppose, that's just speculation and my amateur psychology. Anyway, the point is, the other brother, L I'm calling him, got through the course, his tutor was Peter Doig and I think he feels that he learned a lot.
Eventually he graduated - I think it took him ten years - and tried to do something with all this, tried to sell art and make a living as an artist. And he did get this guy to represent him, a Dutch guy who had a studio in Amsterdam and who agreed to give him some (very little) money to make art and then to put on shows that displayed it and offered them for sale and, of course, to take a cut if anything sold. As per usual I suppose. And one time Liza and I went to see his show in Amsterdam and, really it was pathetic. I didn't know what to expect but not this - sure his stuff was stuck to the walls of a room and it was for sale and that was it really, we were there for the whole time it was open and maybe 20 people walked through and uninterestedly looked at it. Of those who did walk through, I can't imagine that the idea of buying any of it came close to crossing a single mind.
The guy who put on the show - is that his agent, I dunno - was some bloke whose dad was really rich. I suppose that he could pretty much afford to play at being in the art-world. He had several sad looking assistants, young women clearly picked for their looks and to make him look important. After the show we met up with his father and uncle I think it was who took a load of people associated with the gallery and the opening for a "celebratory" - and truly disgusting - Chinese meal. Father, son and uncle gave off this horrible sleazy vibe, I forget the details but I remember chatting to the assistants and they all seemed down-trodden and depressed. One was this Japanese girl and she was saying how she had been living in London but circumstances had forced her to leave and somehow the only place in Europe where she could stay was Holland - she told me that she hated it and, much to my surprise I'll admit, she was saying how people in London (I particularly remember her choice of word) were "kind" compared to the cold and formal Dutch, she talked at length about the barely disguised racism she faced daily in NL. The rich father and uncle talked/bragged the whole time about travelling round the world to buy Rembrandts and other similarly expensive artworks, making this horrendous meal seem like even more of a slap in the face.
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*The one I am friends with now got a job at Salon des Amateurs and Liza sent him a mix and he passed it on to Detlef and he liked it and booked us to play and ultiamtely that's how we ended up knowing Lena and Vladimir and all that lot.