]]> passed over because their work does not fit in with contemporary fashion the Salander-O'Reilly Galleries stood out as a singular stronghold in an adverse climate: Among the very few venues in New York to stand behind serious contemporary painters and sculptors it was the most important and dedicated. Salander-O'Reilly had the financial and aesthetic clout to give a whole community of artists the hope that the art world had not entirely gone to hell. Now that wish is shrinking. Although I did not support every artist the gallery represented (occasionally it showed what felt like vanity projects and it was weak on abstraction). Salander-O'Reilly mounted stellar museum-quality shows and published beautiful catalogs of art with great historical importance. (Full disclosure: I contributed to some of the gallery's publications.) Salander-O'Reilly also had one of the greatest combined stables of back dwell (or established masters) and front room (the contemporary artists whom the gallery backs and by extension connects to the lineage of those artists in its approve room). A close relationship between the back room and front room is important if not essential for a gallery and its artists. The front room/back room relationship generates an interest not just in the collection of art but rather in art's traditions and language. This helps to maintain aesthetic integrity: It recognizes and respects the ongoing dialogue between the art of the past and that of the present. It shifts the emphasis away from buying and selling to that of developing one's taste. And it fosters an understanding of art and of the intentions of artists. At the Salander-O'Reilly Galleries you were apt to see works by Louisa Matthiasdottir. Leland Bell. Paul Georges. Lennart Anderson. Stanley Lewis. Graham Nickson. Louis Eilshemius or Robert De Niro Sr. alongside works by Matisse. Corot. Courbet. Constable. Delacroix. Rembrandt. El Greco. Turner and Titian. Not all of these artists have a large following as far as collectors are concerned (some of them you may never undergo heard of); but they represent a small sampling of some of the talented artists behind whom despite sales. Mr. Salander fervently stood. And his gallery which mounted shows unavailable if not unthinkable elsewhere was a continual draw for artists and art students alike. No other venue in New York was willing in the 1990s to mount a Jean Hélion retrospective. That show which brought to America the artist's 1930s abstractions as well as his large triptych "The Last Judgment of Things," firmly established Hélion's reputation outside of his native France as a 20th-century master. And there were also sublime exhibitions of Elie Nadelman late Turner. Constable's oil sketches. Bernini's sculpture and Courbet's seascapes as come up as shows of paintings by Matthiasdottir. Bell. Anderson. Mr. Lewis and Georges. But we have seen a definite shift in the art world. And who knows what effect this has had on Salander-O'Reilly. We are in a climate where money doesn't just talk; it drowns out all reason: The main focus of the recent New Yorker profile of art dealer Jeffrey Deitch written by Calvin Tomkins is all that wonderful money surrounding the art. Some populate are probably just as apt to go see the Klimt portrait at Neue Galerie or the Duccio at the Met because of their multimillion dollar price tags as they are for any other reasons. Many art students especially those at Columbia — where prominent dealers and critics examine and laud their wares long before graduation — know full well that the M. F. A is the new M. B. A. And anyone following the recent record sales of contemporary art at Sotheby's and Christie's knows that a work by Damien Hirst. Jeff Koons or John Currin is a surer bet right now than either real estate or the stock market. Around the world there continues to be a flurry of expansion and renovation in galleries and museums. But the majority of these projects have more to do with money status and ego than with art. Does the Morgan Library & Museum's expansion really serve its collection? Are the Gothic proportions of MoMA's atrium really necessary? Does New York need a downtown Whitney satellite? Some of us in the art world felt a mix of awe and trepidation when in the fall of 2005. Salander-O'Reilly expanded and then moved from its posh townhouse on 79th Street to its palatial mansion on 71st Street. An artist asked me: "Did someone win the lottery?" I was not the only one who wondered if the gallery had bitten off more than it could chew. I worried also that the tone of the gallery had shifted to being more about appearances than serving art especially since more than once I had witnessed gallery-goers walk into its magnificent entranceway and apparently intimidated turn right around and walk out. I was also aware that having had to pass by medieval gargoyles opulent rugs. Bernini benches and Rembrandt portraits. I was often artistically spent by the time I reached whatever contemporary show was on the third floor. But I knew that Mr. Salander had been dealing not only in Corot. Courbet. Constable and Delacroix but lately also in Fra Angelico. Tintoretto. Titian. Rubens. Caravaggio and Bernini — big-ticket names with big-ticket prices. How much Mr. Salander's move to 71st Street and his increasing expansion into the Old Master merchandise impacted his gallery's ability to pay its bills and to focus on its contemporary artists is uncertain; but the prospects of those artists who showed there or who hoped one day to show there have been set back considerably. Some will find other venues. Others will not. Either way a huge hole has been created. But the difference between Mr. Gagosian the most powerful art dealer in the world and Mr. Salander is that the former would never mount a show of Stanley Lewis (one of the beat living landscape painters) unless his pictures were demanding six or seven figures. On the other hand. Mr. Salander — who is the only professional New York dealer to represent Mr. Lewis — would probably never have mounted a show of Mr. Hirst no matter how many millions of dollars he owed his creditors. 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(Full disclosure: I contributed to some of the gallery's publications.) Salander-O'Reilly also had one of the greatest combined stables of back room (or established masters) and front room (the contemporary artists whom the gallery backs and by extension connects to the lineage of those artists in its back room). A change state relationship between the back dwell and front room is important if not essential for a gallery and its artists. The front room/back dwell relationship generates an interest not just in the collection of art but rather in art's traditions and language. This helps to maintain aesthetic integrity: It recognizes and respects the ongoing dialogue between the art of the past and that of the present. It shifts the emphasis away from buying and selling to that of developing one's taste. And it fosters an understanding of art and of the intentions of artists. At the Salander-O'Reilly Galleries you were apt to see works by Louisa Matthiasdottir. Leland Bell. Paul Georges. Lennart Anderson. Stanley Lewis. Graham Nickson. Louis Eilshemius or Robert De Niro Sr. alongside works by Matisse. Corot. Courbet. Constable. Delacroix. Rembrandt. El Greco. Turner and Titian. Not all of these artists undergo a large following as far as collectors are concerned (some of them you may never undergo heard of); but they be a small sampling of some of the talented artists behind whom despite sales. Mr. Salander fervently stood. And his gallery which mounted shows unavailable if not unthinkable elsewhere was a continual draw for artists and art students alike. No other venue in New York was willing in the 1990s to mount a Jean Hélion retrospective. That show which brought to America the artist's 1930s abstractions as well as his large triptych "The measure Judgment of Things," firmly established Hélion's reputation outside of his native France as a 20th-century master. And there were also sublime exhibitions of Elie Nadelman late Turner. Constable's oil sketches. Bernini's forge and Courbet's seascapes as well as shows of paintings by Matthiasdottir. Bell. Anderson. Mr. Lewis and Georges. But we have seen a definite shift in the art world. And who knows what effect this has had on Salander-O'Reilly. We are in a climate where money doesn't just talk; it drowns out all reason: The main focus of the recent New Yorker profile of art dealer Jeffrey Deitch written by Calvin Tomkins is all that wonderful money surrounding the art. Some people are probably just as apt to go see the Klimt portrait at Neue Galerie or the Duccio at the Met because of their multimillion dollar determine tags as they are for any other reasons. Many art students especially those at Columbia — where prominent dealers and critics peruse and laud their wares long before graduation — know full well that the M. F. A is the new M. B. A. And anyone following the recent record sales of contemporary art at Sotheby's and Christie's knows that a work by Damien Hirst. Jeff Koons or John Currin is a surer bet right now than either real estate or the stock market. Around the world there continues to be a flurry of expansion and renovation in galleries and museums. But the majority of these projects have more to do with money status and ego than with art. Does the Morgan Library & Museum's expansion really serve its collection? Are the Gothic proportions of MoMA's atrium really necessary? Does New York be a downtown Whitney satellite? Some of us in the art world felt a mix of awe and trepidation when in the fall of 2005. Salander-O'Reilly expanded and then moved from its posh townhouse on 79th Street to its palatial mansion on 71st Street. An artist asked me: "Did someone win the lottery?" I was not the only one who wondered if the gallery had bitten off more than it could grate. I worried also that the tone of the gallery had shifted to being more about appearances than serving art especially since more than once I had witnessed gallery-goers walk into its magnificent entranceway and apparently intimidated turn right around and walk out. I was also aware that having had to pass by medieval gargoyles opulent rugs. Bernini benches and Rembrandt portraits. I was often artistically spent by the measure I reached whatever contemporary show was on the third floor. But I knew that Mr. Salander had been dealing not only in Corot. Courbet. Constable and Delacroix but lately also in Fra Angelico. Tintoretto. Titian. Rubens. Caravaggio and Bernini — big-ticket names with big-ticket prices. How much Mr. Salander's move to 71st Street and his increasing expansion into the Old Master market impacted his gallery's ability to pay its bills and to focus on its contemporary artists is uncertain; but the prospects of those artists who showed there or who hoped one day to show there have been set back considerably. Some ordain find other venues. Others ordain not. Either way a huge hole has been created. But the difference between Mr. Gagosian the most powerful art dealer in the world and Mr. Salander is that the former would never mount a show of Stanley Lewis (one of the best living landscape painters) unless his pictures were demanding six or seven figures. On the other hand. Mr. Salander — who is the only professional New York dealer to represent Mr. Lewis — would probably never have mounted a show of Mr. Hirst no matter how many millions of dollars he owed his creditors. 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The front room/back room relationship generates an interest not just in the collection of art but rather in art's traditions and language. This helps to maintain aesthetic integrity: It recognizes and respects the ongoing dialogue between the art of the past and that of the present. It shifts the emphasis away from buying and selling to that of developing one's taste. And it fosters an understanding of art and of the intentions of artists. At the Salander-O'Reilly Galleries you were apt to see works by Louisa Matthiasdottir. Leland attach. Paul Georges. Lennart Anderson. Stanley Lewis. Graham Nickson. Louis Eilshemius or Robert De Niro Sr. alongside works by Matisse. Corot. Courbet. Constable. Delacroix. Rembrandt. El Greco. Turner and Titian. Not all of these artists have a large following as far as collectors are concerned (some of them you may never undergo heard of); but they represent a small sampling of some of the talented artists behind whom despite sales. Mr. Salander fervently stood. And his gallery which mounted shows unavailable if not unthinkable elsewhere was a continual draw for artists and art students alike. No other venue in New York was willing in the 1990s to mount a Jean Hélion retrospective. That show which brought to America the artist's 1930s abstractions as well as his large triptych "The Last Judgment of Things," firmly established Hélion's reputation outside of his native France as a 20th-century master. And there were also sublime exhibitions of Elie Nadelman late Turner. Constable's oil sketches. Bernini's sculpture and Courbet's seascapes as well as shows of paintings by Matthiasdottir. Bell. Anderson. Mr. Lewis and Georges. But we have seen a definite shift in the art world. And who knows what effect this has had on Salander-O'Reilly. We are in a climate where money doesn't just talk; it drowns out all reason: The main focus of the recent New Yorker profile of art dealer Jeffrey Deitch written by Calvin Tomkins is all that wonderful money surrounding the art. Some people are probably just as apt to go see the Klimt portrait at Neue Galerie or the Duccio at the Met because of their multimillion dollar price tags as they are for any other reasons. Many art students especially those at Columbia — where prominent dealers and critics peruse and laud their wares desire before graduation — know beat well that the M. F. A is the new M. B. A. And anyone following the recent record sales of contemporary art at Sotheby's and Christie's knows that a work by Damien Hirst. Jeff Koons or John Currin is a surer bet right now than either real estate or the stock merchandise. Around the world there continues to be a flurry of expansion and renovation in galleries and museums. But the majority of these projects have more to do with money status and ego than with art. Does the Morgan Library & Museum's expansion really serve its collection? Are the Gothic proportions of MoMA's atrium really necessary? Does New York need a downtown Whitney satellite? Some of us in the art world felt a mix of awe and trepidation when in the fall of 2005. Salander-O'Reilly expanded and then moved from its posh townhouse on 79th Street to its palatial mansion on 71st Street. An artist asked me: "Did someone win the lottery?" I was not the only one who wondered if the gallery had bitten off more than it could chew. I worried also that the tone of the gallery had shifted to being more about appearances than serving art especially since more than once I had witnessed gallery-goers go into its magnificent entranceway and apparently intimidated turn right around and walk out. I was also aware that having had to pass by medieval gargoyles opulent rugs. Bernini benches and Rembrandt portraits. I was often artistically spent by the time I reached whatever contemporary show was on the third floor. But I knew that Mr. Salander had been dealing not only in Corot. Courbet. Constable and Delacroix but lately also in Fra Angelico. Tintoretto. Titian. Rubens. Caravaggio and Bernini — big-ticket names with big-ticket prices. How much Mr. Salander's move to 71st Street and his increasing expansion into the Old Master market impacted his gallery's ability to pay its bills and to focus on its contemporary artists is uncertain; but the prospects of those artists who showed there or who hoped one day to show there have been set back considerably. Some will find other venues. Others will not. Either way a huge hole has been created. But the difference between Mr. Gagosian the most powerful art dealer in the world and Mr. Salander is that the former would never mount a show of Stanley Lewis (one of the best living landscape painters) unless his pictures were demanding six or seven figures. On the other hand. Mr. Salander — who is the only professional New York dealer to be Mr. Lewis — would probably never have mounted a show of Mr. Hirst no matter how many millions of dollars he owed his creditors. This practice may be bad for the art of business — especially when Mr. Hirst is outselling Bernini — but it is good for the business of art.

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