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Why, Banksy, are we really bothered?

by Caroline Barker

Every time there's another story about a Banksy being flogged, a kind-hearted soul walks up to me in the office and says: 鈥淭hey reckon mine's worth around sixteen grand now.鈥� I spit on the back of her shoe.

You see, around six years ago I was walking down Charing Cross Road with a friend when we spotted a safe positioned in the middle of the path. On the front was a rat, picking the lock. An original Banksy. I wanted to pick it up and carry it home. My friend wanted a McDonalds. Burgers won.听

If I'd known then what I know now, namely that my friend would be obese, I'd have hailed the nearest cab, cloak and dagger and hot-footed it to the biggest bank, safe in hand.

Six years later...

Skip forward six years and I feel like one of those old women who sit with their cats thinking of what might have been. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, my foot! As recompense I've tried to get my hands on every Banksy I can afford. Want to know what I've got?听A Blur promo cd.

As close as I'm ever likely to get

Turn the corner and he's everywhere, but try to pin him down for an interview and it's quite a different prospect. Think trying to get your hands on a Furby circa Christmas 1999.

So why bother?

The hysteria's dying down, isn't it? Feels a bit like the Spice Girls - although that's left me wondering just how many people would turn up to see the Bristolian at Wembley?

After trying the regular approach; PR company, emails (frankly, I'm disappointed he has one), galleries that legitimately stock his work, oh and the Hackney graffiti removal team, I'm no nearer pinning Banksy down.

Now, I'm not one to waste 91热爆 time and money, so the hunt for Banksy is strictly on my time.

I went to Bristol on a course recently and didn't bump into him (or Justin Lee Collins). I went to a sale of his work at Bonham's on my way home and, apart from sneezing at a completely inappropriate moment, all I got was an eyeful of big shot, shady types dressed like city traders making a bomb from trading off Graffiti.

Maybe that might have been a more productive use of my spare time. He did after all design the cover of my Blur cd.

Oi Banksy! email me

So, no Banksy yet. Next stop for me then is a gallery in the poshest part of London flogging a load of his stuff. Maybe I鈥檒l catch him there, or perhaps seeing as he鈥檚 got his own PR and has been working down Islington way he might just get in touch.

Go on Mr Banksy, sir, drop me a line at yourlondon@bbc.co.uk - you know you want to.

Banksy pictures

No email yet then.

Each morning I wake up in the hope some masterpiece of ironic art is daubed all over my pebbledash that will secure my retirement, but all I see is bird poo.

So, next stop a gallery with a whole load of Banksy stuff on display, 鈥渘ever previously seen, the biggest of it鈥檚 kind.鈥�

I鈥檓 expecting 'Gerry Cottle鈥檚 circus meets Hollywood Boulevard', surely they'd know how to hit on Banksy? Currently I'm thinking I'd have more luck finding a new husband, or in fact A husband.

This morning I stumbled over a man drawing in Marylebone Gardens. It wasn't him. So travel card and renewed optimism in hand I board the tube for the next hot spot of graffiti art; the London borough of Kensington and Chelsea of course.

Banksy doesn't catch a bus

Down a street where the bus stops (if they had them) would cost a cool million (you never do see bus stops on posh streets). Past a few houses with Van Goughs hanging above the loo and I found the latest haven of illegal street art, the Andipa Gallery.

Acoris Andipa, Gallery Director

Now, while half of me wanted to take a flyer on the shop next door which is the perfect antithesis of those under-a-pound establishments, I am trying to find Banksy after all, so what's a guy like him doing in a joint like this? Well, he's not.

Acoris Andipa rises like a Greek god, except he's an Adonis offering complimentary brownies.

鈥淚 was introduced to his work very late unfortunately,鈥� he says. Half grimace, half smile from me. 鈥淲e were dealing in his art a little while ago. The world is waking up and seeing it鈥檚 great art.鈥� So the world has woken up to it, but what does the great man think about it being flogged in an upmarket gallery? 鈥淗e seems to find it funny.鈥�

Rich man's play-thing

Banksy, it strikes me, has become one of those rich man's play things (something you'd surely expect him to despise?), although Acoris isn鈥檛 just in it for fun.

Banksy street art in a frame

鈥淚 wanted to put together a show, of course for commercial reasons, but I also wanted to balance that with some street art to show people the varying contexts that Banksy works in but they鈥檙e not for sale.鈥�

Not even if I smile sweetly? Sadly not, and probably rightly so.听 If they鈥檇 tried flogging the street art it would be a lot like selling your Granny. You just don鈥檛 do it. 鈥渞ight from the beginning鈥� says Acoris 鈥� I said no street art for sale.鈥�

So, instead the gallery was flogging off some of the many prints, and as I rolled around the pennies in my pocket chanting Acoris鈥� mantra 鈥渘o street art for sale鈥� I decided to reach out and touch one of the prints ( a bit like the way you casually drop into conversation 鈥� I met him once鈥� when in truth you saw him across the street)

Finally Banksy turns up

And then it happened. A scruffy looking oik turned up requesting an audience with Acoris. Could this be him? I took a photo of the back of his head as evidence. Turned out it wasn鈥檛 and the closest this gallery had ever been to him was a trademark rat sprayed on the wall outside.

Banksy: is this him?

As I walked away from the Andipa, surprised they hadn't stuck a frame around the rat, and wondering how long before they carve it out and flog it, I started to think: a sandwich board and the words 'paint me Banksy', might just work eh?

So, am I any nearer finding Banksy? Am I eck, I have to rely on coming back to see Acoris, a man I liked at the start but started to hate around about the point he told me he had several pieces of his own. 鈥淗e鈥檚 an anonymous Robin Hood kind of character,鈥� says Acoris.

I say 'come rob me blind 'oh graffitied one' before I start to go off you too.