Word: collectors
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...between ancient traditions and pell-mell development, the lure of commercialism, and, most fundamentally, the struggle for individuality on the world's most populous continent. "There's this misconception that art from Asia is static, that it's the same old boring stuff," says Eloisa Haudenschild, an Argentine-born collector who with her husband owns one of the most significant private collections of Chinese contemporary photography and video art. "But this is a place going through such upheaval, and the art reflects this very vibrantly...
...black market; a large, balanced set of elk antlers, $10,000. In Japan, black bear gallbladders, treasured as an aphrodisiac, are literally worth their weight in gold. The illegal reptile, amphibian and snake markets in Southern California and Florida have been growing as well because of heightened collector demand in Asia...
...These are quite important collector paintings," says De Lakenhal's chief curator Christiaan Vogelaar of the seven disputed works at his museum. Although his museum has returned art stolen or purchased by the Nazis before, Vogelaar says the Katz claim came as a surprise. "People thought it was over because of the settlement after the war," says Vogelaar, referring to the 28 paintings returned to the Katz family in the 1940s. They include Rembrandt's Portrait of a Man, which is thought to have been bartered by Nathan in exchange for visas for his extended family and his mother...
...cultural artifacts among wealthy Chinese, who began bidding in auctions in New York City and London as well as Hong Kong. In 2003, mainland tire manufacturer Lu Hanzhen paid $1.5 million for a Qing vase, while Ho bought another Summer Palace bronze, a boar's head, from a U.S. collector for $723,000 - less than a tenth of what he paid to buy the horse head from an unidentified Taiwan seller...
...yeah, he was a member of the Waffen SS. But after sharing my hunger, he was so human to me that, if he were before me, I would have readily forgiven him. This intensely self-critical, self-reflective stranger who is so beleaguered by shame, this art stamp collector, stonemason, fledgling artist, eventual writer, master dancer, lover, husband...Günter Grass became me, his mouth rubberbanded shut. I was him, playing dice with a religious Bavarian, discussing the future. Strange, isn’t it, the power of a good book...