In a critical review of the the J. M. W. Turner retrospective at the Met (Heavy Weather: Critic’s Notebook: The New Yorker), in which Turner is said to convey “only irritable ambition. We must never forget to admire him. This tires.” is this last sentence: “Turner was the Damien Hirst of his day.”
Coupling this with the dig taken in the nytimes.com recently, it appears that Hirst is becoming an art symbol, and not a good one.
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