Working at an art fair means a lot of different things. First of all, there is money, a lot of it. And a creeping feeling of a total waste of it, as well. But then, there are stories. Human stories that shine through the perseption of contemporary art. And right now these stories are about war.

A Russian missile hits the concrete sarcophagus that protects Chornobyl’s exploded nuclear station, as I prepare this text. Fire is being tamed, as I write. 

February 14, 2025