Being asked to write about an art fair is a bit like being commissioned to write about Waitrose and compare tins of baked beans with sardines or chocolate biscuits.
In these grim times, we need all the art we can get. Public art feeds the soul as well as the mind. It provides spaces for contemplation in a gritty difficult world.
Jock is late for our meeting in the Academicians Room at the RA. Very late. He was stuck on a bus. I’ve known him for more than 20 years and figure that if we don’t have time to talk now we can always meet up in his home in Bethnal Green where, for ages, a group of us met to watch films on a Friday night
The New Year revels are over. It’s January, and the art world is back to work. The first sign of this stirring is the London Art Fair 2019 that returns to the capital from 16-20 January.
Yesterday the art world not only lost one of its finest and most loved abstract painters, but I lost a great friend.
20 January 2018
There was a time when the London Art Fair was the glitziest thing in the capital’s art world calendar.