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    <title>We Just Won a Damien Hirst!</title>
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    <published>2013-02-07T19:00:00-05:00</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[At 6ft tall, the package was tubular in shape and large enough to contain a shark - crushing my mother's hopes for a diamond skull. Without a van to drive us back to my studio the only clear option was a ride on the 73 bus, with the Damien Hirst reclining on the seat beside me.]]></summary>
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    <content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/josef-valentino/"><![CDATA[At 6ft tall, the package was tubular in shape and large enough to contain a shark - crushing my mother's hopes for a diamond skull. Without a van to drive us back to my studio the only clear option was a ride on the 73 bus, with the Damien Hirst reclining on the seat beside me. The perfect ending to my #averagejoe adventure.<br />
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A year ago today I was en route to Paris after a gruelling seven days spent travelling between New York, Los Angeles, Rome, Geneva and Athens. Over the previous week, I had sold 500 shares in a bid to raise the &pound;10,000 I would need to compete in Damien Hirst's exclusive globe-spanning <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/josef-valentino/an-open-letter-to-damien-_b_1404424.html" target="_hplink">Spot Challenge</a>. <br />
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Now the journey that has dominated my life since 2011 comes to a close: not with a flight from Hong Kong to London to receive the final stamp in the challenge, but - twelve months later - with a much shorter journey home from the <a href="http://www.gagosian.com/" target="_hplink">Gagosian Gallery</a> in King's Cross where I eventually collected our prize.<br />
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As I began to unwrap the package it dawned on me just how differently things could have worked out: the shares may not have sold in time; the Greek austerity riots could have left us stranded in Athens; while my stamp card (the only proof of our progress in the challenge) might never have been handed in at Flumicino airport. At any given moment, the 293 shareholders who invested in my idea could have been left empty handed, crushing both their dreams and mine of an #averagejoe victory.<br />
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Fortunately, on this occasion the odds were very much stacked in our favour. You can imagine how relieved I felt as the colourful dots belonging to an artwork titled 'Hypothalamus Acetone Powder' slowly began to materialise. At last I could celebrate with the group of friends, family and available shareholders that had gathered inside my studio.<br />
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Scribbled along the base of the 59x53 inch print read the message 'For Josef Love Damien Hirst' along with three playful sketches of a shark, butterfly and diamond skull - to which my mother pointed at with glee. A unique work of art worth a significant amount of money, now co-owned by a group of people who could otherwise not afford such a luxury. 'So which part of it belongs to you?' asked one of the onlookers, as I stood glaring down at the floor. It suddenly dawned on me that I had come this far without owning a share of the prize myself.<br />
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So why had I put in all the effort? I'd built a website with no money. Sold 500 shares. Created a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qk_h-O8puY4" target="_hplink">promo video</a> in the hope that it would go viral. Recruited a cinematographer. Raised &pound;10,000 in under a week. And then embarked on a journey spanning 30,000 miles around the world - all this, in just 19 days. But why?<br />
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In 'The Story of Dorian Gray', Oscar Wilde describes the basis of optimism "as sheer terror", and sat on my bedroom floor all those months ago I remember feeling energised with the fear of knowing that my idea was too ambitious to achieve - yet too exciting an opportunity to ignore.<br />
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I was going to create my own work of art - titled '#averagejoe' - from an experience shared amongst the many thousands who had watched my youtube video, purchased a share online and accommodated me around the world. From staying with the Downey family in New York to being driven to the airport at 4am by someone who'd heard about the project on <a href="http://twitter.com/josefvalentino" target="_hplink">twitter</a> - the human experience I had gained from this adventure was worth more to me than any material reward that Damien Hirst could have offered in spots.<br />
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Instead of being the common property of humankind, I have grown up to view art as the property of somebody who could actually afford it (i.e not #averagejoe). A commodity that defines itself not through meaning, but how much it is worth - a notion Francis Bacon disagreed with. He believed that artists held a unique responsibility to share their vision with the world in the same capacity as a civil servant, but could you really imagine paying &pound;15 Million for a health checkup? <br />
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Over the next few months I will be dividing up the shareholders' stakes and fulfilling my promise of creating 293 artworks in exchange for their twenty quid. All together - who knows? - the whole thing might just be worth more than a Hirst...<br />
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    <title>Damien, Show Some He(art)</title>
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    <published>2012-05-29T19:00:00-04:00</published>
    <updated>2012-07-29T05:12:04-04:00</updated>
    <summary><![CDATA[Earlier this year, I embarked on a journey which saw me take 11 flights, crossing three continents, visiting 11 art galleries in eight cities and sleeping on six couches to amass over 30,000 air miles in just 14 days.]]></summary>
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    <content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/josef-valentino/"><![CDATA[Earlier this year, I embarked on a journey which saw me take 11 flights, crossing three continents, visiting 11 art galleries in eight cities and sleeping on six couches to amass over 30,000 air miles in just 14 days.<br />
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I had entered the <a href="http://www.gagosian.com/spotchallenge" target="_hplink">Damien Hirst Spot Challenge</a> - a private jet-fuelled gallery crawl, rewarding the international super rich with free art - as #AVERAGEJOE, embodying the collective hopes and desires of people I knew and thousands more I had never met, each united in my quest by the prospect of sticking a middle finger up at the establishment and helping the underdog win. <br />
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Unlike all the other hopefuls, my bank account was empty. "How could anyone go from a bedroom in Shoreditch to Hong Kong via LA without any money?" Only one week before the closing date of the first exhibition in Los Angeles, I figured that my best hope of raising the &pound;10,000 I needed to complete the journey was to sell shares online. The deal was set: In exchange for a &pound;20 investment, each shareholder would be rewarded with an original work of art by me and a share of the Damien Hirst print I would win (if I completed the journey!). This would enable me to travel the world and produce a short film with my studio, <a href="http://www.pollockslondon.com" target="_hplink">Pollocks</a>.<br />
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I worked solidly for two days and two nights, creating the visuals to outline my concept. Without a publicity machine behind me, my only hope was that the idea of #AVERAGEJOE would somehow go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qk_h-O8puY4" target="_hplink">viral</a>. Providence came to my aid in the form of a tweet from TV magician <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/derrenbrown" target="_hplink">Derren Brown</a> to his 1 million followers "This looks like fun. I shall invest. He's heading off tomorrow so be quick if it appeals." As if by magic, within five hours enough shares had been sold for me to conquer America...Although, not necessarily make it back. It wasn't until I arrived in Beverly Hills three days later, that Federica Sardos Albertini from Tel Aviv, bought the final share. I no longer had to worry about being stranded five thousand miles away without ruby slippers to get me home. With a sense of relief, I celebrated by diving into the Pacific Ocean. #AVERAGEJOE had done it! <br />
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To date, I haven't received my reward from Damien. That is except for a brief handshake at the opening of his <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/exhibition/damien-hirst" target="_hplink">Tate Retrospective</a> last month, when I manoeuvred my way past security without an invitation and delivered him a collective request inside a wax-sealed envelope. <br />
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It read more or less as follows... If the prize is a print created in a series that is ratio to the 100 or so contestants who also completed the challenge, we can estimate this to carry a rough value of about &pound;10,000: leaving my shareholders with 0% return on their collective investment. As stated in the small print on the Gagosian Gallery website, however:<br />
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<em>"Damien Hirst reserves the right to determine the size and value of each print."<br />
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Considering the above clause and the collective global efforts made for this one piece of art, I'm asking Damien to kindly dig deeper, and reward the 500 shareholders behind #AVERAGEJOE with something as big and valuable as this crazy idea deserves.<br />
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Who knows? Anything is possible...]]></content>
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