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WORLD OF ART

The Worst and Most Decadent Art Show of the Year. Rubbish and Decadence of the Modern Art in England!!

Photo: Bunny by Sarah Lucas (1997).
From afar - and the notoriously reclusive collector has gone out of his way to ensure that most perceptions of him are from afar - Saatchi can seem a sinister, controlling, calculating figure. Up close he is very different - a man of passion and enthusiasm, a bit of a romantic, at least about artists and rats. With all the myths that surround him, he seems to have the excessive quality of a character in fiction: the Great Gatsby or the Last Tycoon, perhaps. Or, as his harsher critics would have it, the sinister Kurtz from Heart of Darkness.

The Saatchi Gallery: Empty since Margaret Thatcher abolished the GLC in 1986, County Hall was bought for £60m in 1993 by the Shirayama Shokusan Corporation. Charles Saatchi is a man who assiduously cultivates his own myth. Removing yourself from the ordinary channels of communication, refusing interviews, absenting yourself from openings and parties is not so much normal shyness as a way of producing narratives of power and influence. In the past few years, as some in the London art world have claimed he was losing his sure touch as a discoverer of young art, he has taken steps to ensure that his reputation as the man who discovered Damien Hirst is written into history. Now he is about to unveil a monument to himself as patron of modern British art. When rumours first circulated that Saatchi planned to close his London gallery in St John's Wood and open his own museum in County Hall, a brisk walk upstream from the colossally successful Tate Modern, the very idea seemed stupendous. Saatchi's new gallery is an open defiance of Tate Modern and Tate director Nicholas Serota; it sounded megalomaniacal even for him. But he meant it. Now the classics of British art in his collection are displayed in the wood-paneled debating chambers and corridors once filled with the cigarette smoke of huddled councilors. It looks good. Saatchi has the best collection in the world of British art from the past 15 years - a period in which British artists, notably Damien Hirst, Rachel Whiteread, Tracey Emin, Gary Hume, Sarah Lucas, Chris Ofili and latterly Jake and Dinos Chapman, were at the forefront of international art in a way not seen since the early 19th century. There is no question that Saatchi beat public collections to the best of this stuff.

Photo: Spot Mini by Damien Hirst (2002).

Saatchi modern art collection shares space in County Hall with, amongst others, a five-star Marriott hotel, a two-star Travel Inn, the FA Premier League Hall of Fame, the London Aquarium, the Diana Princess of Wales memorial fund, and the Dali Universe. "Something went wrong with the Tate," says Edward Booth-Clibborn, a fellow advertising man turned art publisher who has known and admired Saatchi since the 1960s. "Somebody went to sleep. How is it that an individual has this collection?" It's a good question. Who on earth is this man so confident of his taste (though he claims he has no taste) that he is launching a private museum of modern art? I spent more than two hours in Saatchi's company, during which he led me around the new gallery then to the Marriott bar, and we had a wide-ranging conversation about art and collecting, but it was explicitly "not an interview". He was warm, if shy, wearing a baggy white shirt, smoking a lot. Now I know him, he intimated, I could call any time. Except that he neglected to give me his number. Since the late 80s, Young British Art has been both admired and hated for its outrage and gutter heart. Saatchi started collecting it almost at the very beginning, and if you want to see Hirst's shark, Emin's bed, Marcus Harvey's portrait of Myra Hindley, Ofili's Holy Virgin Mary - if you want to see the works that caused the rows - this is where they are. But does this mean that Saatchi is the true begetter of modern British art, that it could not have happened without him? Here, as with everything else about Saatchi, myth and reality are ornately entwined. Picture this. The owner of an art gallery is just closing up for the evening, the sun setting on a quiet London street. Business, too, has been quiet. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce sweeps up. Out gets a man in tennis shorts, accompanied by "this beautiful blonde girl in a mink coat". By the time he leaves, Saatchi has bought four paintings and asked the dealer to provide him with catalogues on all the artists he represents. Over the next few years they will do a lot of business together. Geoff Mann, one of the architects who redeveloped County Hall: "given that Saatchi could have chosen other floors where we could have ...done more or less what he liked, the first floor, with its ornate interiors, might seem an odd choice."

 

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