Art Flashcards
Marc alone
My friend Serge has bought a painting. It’s a canvas about five foot by four: white. The background is white and, if you screw up your eyes, you can make out some fine white diagonal lines.
Serge is one of my oldest friends. He’s done very well for himself, he’s a dermatologist
and he’s keen on art.
On Monday I went over to see the painting; Serge had actually got hold of it on the Saturday, but he’d been lusting after it for several months.
This white painting with white lines.
Long pause
Expensive
A hundred thousand euros
A hundred thousand…?
Huntingdon would take it off my hands for a hundred and twenty.
Who’s that?
Huntingdon
Never heard of him
Huntingdon! The Huntingdon Gallery!
The Huntingdon Gallery would take it off your hands for a hundred and twenty?
No, not the Gallery. Him. Huntingdon himself. For his own collection.
Then why didn’t Huntingdon buy it?
Then why didn’t Huntingdon buy it? Serge It’s important for them to sell to private clients.
That’s how the market circulates.
Mm hm…
Well?
…
You’re not in the right place. Look at it from this angle. Can you see the lines?
What’s the name of the…?
Painter. Antrios.
Well known?
Very. Very!
Serge, you haven’t bought this painting for a hundred thousand euros?
You don’t understand, that’s what it costs. It’s an Antrios.
You haven’t bought this painting for a hundred thousand euros?
I might have known you’d miss the point.
You paid a hundred thousand euros for this shit?
My friend Marc’s an intelligent enough fellow, I’ve always valued our relationship, he has a good job, he’s an aeronautical engineer, but he’s one of those intellectuals who are not only enemies of modernism but seem to take some sort of incomprehensible pride in running it down…
In recent years these nostalgia-merchants have become quite breathtakingly arrogant.
What do you mean, ‘this shit’?
Serge, where’s your sense of humour? Why aren’t you laughing?… It’s astonishing, you buying this painting.