A London

The diversity in the art fauna is so relatively great that from the several places that I have made my presence felt, there wasn't anyone that could be related to the previous tavern, or, for the matter, to the following one. It is precisely in these moments, preceding a major international gathering of egos and souls, i.e. Frieze Art Fair, and the new comer, Frieze Masters, the general Londoners, a set of posh-canapés, afro-carabian gentry, Habitat lovers, fashion enthusiasts, Americans, Chinese, Brazilian... just choose one place, one environment and you have it ... get together to celebrate the richness, hypocrisy, diversity, illusion, wealth, voluptuousness, pleasure and belonging.

Striking enough, it looks that every one - galleries - this year decided to bet on painting: studies that resemble David Hockney's work, at Thomas Dane; some weird scribbles, at Simon Lee; remembrances of Malik Sidibé, at Stephen Friedman; playfulness images, at Stuart Shave / Modern Art; and cavernous ambiances, at ICA. Just to name a few.

Moving on, the mood is great, but not confident or euphoric - just like some years ago. It is just comfortable enough to go around. Talk to one another. Make new contact and introduce new people to the world of contemporary art buying and selling. Ten more years and we will have another great generation of young artist exhibiting in the major art spaces in London, and, thereafter, around the world.

Zhang Enli, Space Painting

An empty concert room. At the end few couples sit around talking. Getting to know each other - sort of. What has became a compromise between producer, agent and buyer. Like after returning from an unique and enriching travel experience, after all the hangover has pass, we arrive in to a place of building, consideration, strategic reservation. Use time and conversation to go on a rich travel around destinations, moments and experiences everywhere. Relate to things in the past. From Berlin to Rome. From Mexico to New York. From Shanghai to Sydney. It is like to take pictures on an overnight train to Budapest; or running around the apartment for the flight tickets after a long night drinking red wine, smoking weed and fucking around. But most importantly, I belong! Just another bandit song played to convince us of how beautiful the world is! The last thing that will happen in this preceding days before the big event is where do you live? Do you live in a flat-share with your friends? Same old song...on space painting.