Wouldn't a better title for this show have been: “Painter's (and a couple painterly sculptors) Whose Dealers Were Willing to Sell to Saatchi”? Doesn't matter though, title is brilliant and much of the work is great to look at . . .
Better still: paitners whose gallerists kiss Satchi's arse
I don't think ass-kissing is the culprit so much as simply picking up the phone when it rings, to sell to Saatchi. He's not the most discriminating eye. That would be so untimely anyway, to pause before spending, wouldn't it?