Jealousy? Yes possibly in some cases, but I don’t think it’s just that. I think it’s the realisation that ‘art’ seems to have become purely an exercise in profit that people react to. As Ro5ey quite correctly states, he doesn’t make these things – his team does – and the people that buy them are often ‘investing’ – looking to sell on at a profit. Some of them probably don’t even like the stuff. There’s a reason that his greatest patron was Saatchi – a man from an advertising/marketing background. Saatchi made the YBA’s what they were – and made a huge profit in the process. There’s nothing wrong in that. But the discussion around post-modern art is that “it’s what you make of it” – even when removed from the creator’s intentions. Therefore I can poo in a can (it’s been done before), put it in an art gallery with some spiel about the cycle of life and commodification etc etc – and some canny (pun intended) gallery owner will say how I’m the next up-and-coming thing and how they need to buy me now because I’ll be huge in 5 years time. So, rich person buys my Canned Poo and a trade in my Canned Poo pieces ensues. I become one of those rich people in the process. Statues are erected to me when I’m dead and galleries of my artwork are opened so the paying public can come and gorp at my s*** (literally). Children in schools are taught about my creative genius. And all along, I didn’t give a s*** (pun intended). Even when I protest and say I was just taking the *** – they will say “Ah, but that’s the genius of it, it’s inate!”. There’s something quite Monty Python about that.
Regarding the statue in Ilfracombe, it means little to me. Reminds me of the Colossus at Rhodes, the Statue of Liberty, and Soviet propaganda statues. I’d imagine if I had just bought a nice little cottage there, I’d be hoping it didn’t become permanent/ the council decides it “must” retain it and pays several million.