I just don’t get it. Why would you pour millions into a dead so-called master while ignoring the living, breathing artists right in front of you? What does that say about your priorities?
It’s not about legacy. It’s not about connoisseurship. It’s about fear. Playing it safe. Backing names already validated by auction houses and institutions. No risk, no thinking required. Just cheque-writing disguised as collecting.
Meanwhile, contemporary artists are grinding in silence. Making sharp, relevant, urgent work. But there’s no money left for them. The bulk of the market is hoarded by the dead. Every transaction, every headline, every record-breaking sale—it’s all about nostalgia. And ego.
You want a “safe investment”? Buy real estate. If you care about art, back the ones pushing the language forward. Not the ones embalmed in blue-chip status.
This obsession with masters is a crutch. It reveals a shallow mindset. It’s about owning names, not engaging with ideas. And it’s killing the future of art in this country.
Stop throwing money at the past and calling it vision. The real work is happening now. Pay attention.