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tales of brave
odysseus
sotheby's and emmerich's
new adventure
by Stewart Waltzer
The wily Odysseus has struck home. André
Emmerich has managed to sell his gallery to
Sotheby's, as is noted in the report here
by my colleague Judd Tully [see "To Market,
To Market" in our News department]. Emmerich
will retain his inventory and no doubt
control the gallery but the question
remains, why did the all-powerful gods of
art bring succor in his hour of need?
Let's face it, you don't go to the auctions
to buy wholesale anymore. For two reasons:
the auction houses are leading the retail
prices in the Impressionist-Modern market,
and the galleries have not yet recovered
from the market hernia of 1990-91. There is
no retail market as we used to know it.
Furthermore, not every lot at auction is
whiffled off the turntable to a round of
applause. Many works do not sell. Why not
have a legitimate retail outlet to deal
with the leavings? Still further, if you
are in a position to buy well, and few are
in a better position than Sotheby's, it is
only a matter of time until you accumulate
sufficient inventory to mount a serious
exhibition. Now that Sotheby's has a
gallery venue, it can give real meaning to
the concept of "retail." One would want to
time this sort of select vernissage to
correspond with the upward cycle of a
mercurial market, and who better to make
the mercury rise? What took `em so long?
The acquisition of Emmerich has another
powerful incentive. The languishing
contemporary art market will not languish
forever. The American Color Field school,
the true progeny of the masters of Abstract
Expressionism, is now in exile. But it is
certain to reassert itself, almost as a
historical imperative. There was no greater
force in the birth and sustenance of said
school than Andre Emmerich. Buried in the
Emmerich Gallery archives are untold
treasures waiting to be exhumed at a
propitious moment.
In a single merger-and-acquisition coup,
Sotheby's has managed to stanch any loss of
profit inherent in the auction process and
corner a major part of an important
American market. If Sotheby's were
sufficiently foresighted, it would opt for
an unholy trinity and acquire the Castelli
Gallery as well, thus cornering the Pop
market. The proprietor is aging and the
time is ripe.
So the ever resourceful André, much beloved
of Athena, stands once again on the shores
of Ithaca. Alas, Helen of Frankenthaler
still resides on the far-off shores of
Knoedler's, but it is just a matter of time
before a thousand ships are launched.
Actually, several hundred thousand would
probably do it.
Stewart Waltzer is a New York art dealer.
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