Quotation Curation

“Even at [the art market’s] height, 1% of 1% of 1% of all artists made money. You can rail against the business practices of the art world, but even in flush times reputations are built on credibility, not on money or the market. The public is suspicious of the art world because the art market, and not art, is what they saw first when they saw art. Regardless, just because a dealer makes a lot of money doesn’t mean that they have the respect of the art world. Money doesn’t earn respect. Respect exists outside of the market. If you are in art for the money, you’re not really in art at all. As Brice Marden said: “It’s not the art that’s suffering; it’s the market that’s suffering. They don’t have anything to do with each other.”

– Jerry Saltz, The Art Newspaper critic

My biggest branding misstep was thinking of my brand as something different than who I am as a human being. That includes my name, face, personality, and sharing my flaws and missteps just as much as my successes and victories. Your brand is as simple as being as ‘most you’ as you possibly can be, and proudly owning what you believe and why you do what you do. To many, that’s more terrifying than tossing impersonal copy around a $50 logo. What I tell every writer, artist, creative, blogger, or budding entrepreneur is that your face is your logo, so show it; your story is your mission statement, so tell it; your life is your business, so live it.

– Dave Ursillo, writer & entrepreneur

 “This city would produce an amazing abundance of song. With such a racket to overcome, London music could not afford to be dreamy. Commerce and observation were the great stock-in-trade of city song. Money and news, in other words, are where the story of London’s popular music really begins. And, in some curious fashion, they’ve been central ever since. The racket of London was duly overcome. Money and news demand to be heard”

“Smithfield prospered as place where animals were butchered and criminals were executed (12th Century). Batholemew’s Fair rolled on, every August, for centuries. As well as traders and performers, there were drunks, thieves, harlots in profusion, naive bumpkins and cunning urchins. Ballad singers much in evidence (story songs, not romantic numbers of now) and some vocalists operated with pickpocket accomplices. An old song records:

Let not the ballad singer’s shrilling strain

Amid the swarm thy listening ear detain

Guard well thy pocket, for these syrens stand

To aid the labours of the diving hand”

– Paul du Noyer, In the City: A Celebration of London Music