This is the Guardian.

Today, an investigation that asks, has one of Britain's biggest artists been

fudging the date on his works. Hello, I'm currently out of office. An article I read recently said we're more relaxed and more productive after a good break.

So, I've gone to Barbados for a month for science. Yours, Toby. Take your holiday as

seriously as British Airways holidays take your holiday, Atoll protected.

The first time I saw anything by Damienhurst was in, I think it was 1991, or maybe two,

at the Saatchi Gallery in London, the old Saatch Gallery which was a big white space

warehouse conversion in North London.

Jonathan Jones is an art critic who writes for the Guardian and he's talking about the first time he saw a work by the British artist Damien Hurst.

Obviously now there are lots of, you know, cool modern galleries in London, but then the Saatchi

Gallery was unique, this weird warehouse white space. So I walked into it to see a show called young British artists and there was a

shark swimming towards me. A tiger shark and it was in a huge glass case full of what looked like water but of course was formaldehyde.

This is when the shark was brand new, only recently been caught by a fisherman,

flowing to London, London putting this tank.

There's an optical illusion with Hurst's big shark pieces because

the Formaldehyde refracts and the tank is angled in various ways. as you walk around it and walk towards it

the shark seems to actually leap forward towards you and I think that was part of the

point of the peace you know it was about the impossibility of imagining death you know it was like

suddenly there's a shark swimming towards you in the art going it was amazing it was

one of the most amazing and unexpected, fascinating, shocking, mind expanding things I'd ever seen in an art gallery.

That encounter with one of Hearst's most famous works didn't just blow Jonathan away it changed his life

It was really one of the reasons I became a professional art critic. He made me feel that artists of my generation British

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