All you young critics stop what you are doing and peek the master work that is: “Hirst, Globally Dotting His ‘I’ by ROBERTA SMITH”
Sometimes a critic is put between a rock and a hard place by having to write an inflated review of an obvious flop, and must then sell it to an informed art world without coming across as a sell out…this is no piece of cake but clever critics like Roberta can have their cake and eat it too; The article is a masterpiece in this regard. Roberta’s genius bobs and weaves around a tough opponent that is the banal content of Hirst’s paintings which leave one with little room for critical maneuvering.
Gotta give the old gal respect, she had to reach deep into her bag to find a positive focal point…and she actually pulled it off by suggesting of all things a collaborative spirit via outsourcing to assistants. “…multiple decisions made by different minds” What a brilliant twist! To insinuate as Roberta has that each of these paid workers added some type of aura to these incredibly limited, superfluous paintings is ludicrous and clever. Roberta, you could sell me the Brooklyn Bridge…
This is artful bull**** at its finest! …read and weep.