The SMS popped up on my iPhone as I sprawled on the daybed in my studio, sipping my first coffee of the day. Four words: You're such a wanker. I didn't have to look to know whom it was from.Less than half an hour before, an art dealer had called to berate me for my blog entry, The Ka-Boom Of The System, a couple of days ago. Did he think my account was inaccurate or unfair? Maybe. He didn't say.
What angered him most was that I had written anything at all. Time was, not so long ago, artists had to be wary of crossing swords with art dealers, even those with modest reputations. One bad word from them could put a crimp in a promising career. But the art world post-Web 2.0 is different. I felt no fear, just a sliver of pity – for the dealer, not myself – as he muttered, "You've blown it. You've really blown it."No, I haven't.