The recent sale of Maurizio Cattelan’s duct-taped banana and subsequent eating of the latter caused a fresh wave of contemplation on what art is and why it is. 

Have you ever noticed that a work of art does not so much “communicate” a meaning to you as it changes the atmosphere around you? This is especially true of abstract art.

I have often been called & labeled as a ‘creative’ person. And I love beautiful things, be they small or large. At the same time, I am logical and analytical.

Have you ever stood before a painting and felt like it was looking back at you? Not just something you admire from a distance, but something that senses you too?

Walk into almost any gallery this month and you’ll see it: a small knot of visitors listing toward one painting, phones half-raised, brows furrowed in concentration. It isn’t always the biggest canvas in the room or even the brightest.

I am an outsider at the art fair. I was always afraid of attending private clubs, entering luxury shops or dining at very expensive restaurants. Not because I don’t like to (or can’t) spend but because… well, I don’t know why, I am just afraid.