That's me, upstairs at the Miami convention center, looking out over the warren of booths at Art Basel. As you can see, I am imagining my own art there -- seeing where I might fit in.
If I was dead I would have a better chance.
I don't know who creates the hype around an artist and his product. Those are the people I want to meet. From my point of view, even though I've been an artist all my life, I cannot look at a piece of art and determine if the artist is or will be famous with individual sales in six figures.
It was quite an eye opener to listen to gallery owners brag that they sold out their inventory in 12 minutes on opening day. People are buying art like there's no tomorrow. There is a HUGE buying public I was quite unaware of. That's what happens when you close your eyes and focus on what's at hand.
I didn't even intend to go to Art Basel, thinking there was nothing for me there, but a group of artist friends encouraged me. I am so glad!
In addition to Basel itself, there were at least 12 separate independent fairs operating simultaneously. My friend Nancy and I attended almost all of them, dragging ourselves through the third day with eyes that could barely discern one painting from the next. We didn't want to miss anything, but of course we did. The parties. By the end of every day we fell into bed exhausted, woke up to the crashing surf of Miami beach, and did it all over again.
I have to admit that I was shocked to see some (bad) resin covered photographs at prices that were four times what I sell them for. Guess I will rethink that.
The last three days in Miami were spent photographing, so I have added another thousand or so images to my growing database. These vary from architecturals of Deco Drive, day and neon night, to beach, fishing boats, mangrove forest, palm trees, canals of Ft Lauderdale, the shoreline of the Keys, and the magnificent Chihuly installation at Fairchild botannical gardens. It was a great trip.