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At the extraordinary James Turrell exhibition at Pace London, I felt as if I was falling back in time. I’ve shared so many conversations with Turrell over the years. It was he who first taught me how to look at his work, and spoke to me about light. It was he who introduced me to […]

I brought no Italian to Rome. At the Brazilian Embassy, I tell the guard that I am to see the great artist Vik Muniz. The guard speaks no English. My best mime only warrants a raised eyebrow. In desperation, I plead, “Parlez francais?” though I do not. A call is placed and I gather that

I was having was one of those days and life was bringing changes that tinted my spirits blue. I turned to the TV, hoping to escape my melancholy mood. Mary Poppins. I never watch kids’ films, but it was the only thing on, so I settled in with a sigh. I had forgotten about Mary

Launch. The very word made me queasy. What was a launch anyway? And why does everyone have one but me? “But didn’t you already launch?” ask well-meaning friends. Did I? Fate intervened, as she does, and just as I was grappling with the very concept of launches, the launch guru himself, Jeff Walker, released his

His name was Henrik. He’d been an artist in Hungary until he faced the stark reality that there were no opportunities there. London has the biggest art market in Europe so, like many of us, Henrik came here. And this is where his journey begins, selling small paintings on a cold, gray London sidewalk. For

I think it’s in an artist’s nature to have faith in the unknown, to deal with intangibles. After all, we work from nothing more than an idea and a dream. It takes faith to actualize the invisible. But times are tough for dreamers, and faith is hard to come by. That’s why I love the

Though we’d never met before, I was just as excited as if I were meeting an old friend. She’d read my blog post about the first artist I ever met. He was a blind man, who taught me how to see. More than art, my friendship with Andrew led me to a path of spiritual

I’ve just returned from the funeral of my dear friend Evan. Saying good-bye has got to be one of the most difficult challenges we face in life, especially when we look back and see how much that person has influenced us. I’ve worked in and around the business of contemporary art throughout my career. I