“I used to give a lot of art away to people,” reflects Damien Hirst at one of his sprawling West London studios. “And they’d always sell it after a lot less time than I thought they would. You know, they wouldn’t sell it for leukaemia treatment for their children or mother or something; they’d sell it to buy handbags. And I’d be like, ‘Damn, I hate that!’” Hirst is not on a quest to make a few bucks from a collectible nonfungible token (NFT). He’s not particularly interested in celebrating ca...