![]() ![]() ![]() One night in Chicago, a few years ago, late at night, at a table of well-known international museum directors and curators, the art dealer David Zwirner recounted his own genesis story, the massive, dark, negative gravitational event that made him transform his already-big gallery into a megagallery, explaining in passionate terms that after the late, great Austrian artist Franz West left him for Larry Gagosian, Zwirner swore that “this would never happen again” and that he “would grow as big as he had to to keep artists.” Then he challenged anyone at the table to disagree, which I did, saying that while West was a tremendous artist, he was also a serial gallery-leaver, that he had been with many galleries and had he not died first he might have left Gagosian for yet another gallery, and that at this point in their growth cycles there was no longer any real difference, except that of degree, between Gagosian and Zwirner, which caused my old compadre David to almost lose his shit on me. Photo: Adam Reich/courtesy of David Zwirner. Franz West, “Element of the Environment – Alpenglühn,” 2001. ![]()
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