Damien Hirst’s “Demon with Bowl” at the Palm Casino Resort in Las Vegas.
I have been watching, for the past decade or so, the slow but steady crumbling of the gallery world. Marketing opportunities for artists have shrunk. Only a few, those marketing art at the highest levels, seem able to survive. So, of course, where does a washed up pop artist from the early 2000’s go to sell his stuff? Vegas, baby! Damien has sold several pieces to the Palm Casino Resort, as well as designing a hyper-expensive suite for those .01% types that think Las Vegas is a classy place to hang out. I guess it’s just an example of art in the age of Trump, but I find it infinitely pretentious and sad. Perhaps I just need to go to this resort, and sit poolside drinking over priced margaritas, several of them, to fully appreciate Mr. Hirst’s genius.