For the love of art
“I want that one”. No, I’m not quoting Little Britain’s
Andy Pipkin. I’m quoting P. Diddy. Well, no. I’m not quoting him either, I’m
just imagining that’s what he said. Or maybe he said “Puffy wants that one”, as
these stars are often enamoured with using the third person singular when
talking about themselves.
In any case, the “one” in question was a piece of art by Tracey
Emin, the British artist who caused many an eye-roll when she was nominated for
the Turner Prize for her installation My
Bed. Diddy opted for a more conservative neon piece which reads: “I Listen
to the Ocean and All I Hear is You”. And thus opened December’s Art Basel Miami
Beach (ABMB) and all who sailed in her.
This was the tenth anniversary of the international art
fair, which sees galleries from around the world exhibiting their wares for all
to savour. Attracting collectors, dealers (of the art kind), celebrities, and
art lovers, the fair showcased a number of great British artists, including
Anish Kapoor, Bridget Riley, Yinka Shonibare, Anthony Gormley, Sarah Lucas, Ryan
Gander, Julian Opie, Gilbert and George, Damian Hirst, Gary Hume, and on and on
the list goes.
To tie in with the behemoth that was ABMB, satellite art
fairs scattered themselves across Miami, hoping to woo collectors who think
spending $3.75m on a bronze spider by Louise Bourgeois is just a tad excessive
with some fractionally more affordable work.
The Scope Art Fair had lots of treats in store for
visitors, including Ron English’s original painting for Chris Brown’s F.A.M.E. album
cover, a large display of work by Belgian street artist Roa, and a helpful road
sign by LA-based artist Desire Obtain Cherish reminded visitors to “watch your
dubstep”.
Out on the not-so-mean streets of Wynwood, graffiti
artists were busy at work painting walls as the fair rolled on. Two highlights
were Retna’s wall and the collaboration between Remi Rough and LX One at
Graffuturism.
But there was much, much more to see. It’s hard to
condense five days of non-stop art viewing into a synopsis. Weep for me, dear
reader, I didn’t even make it to the beach. And all for the love of you. And
art. Obviously. Or else that would be a bit weird.
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