Keeper of the treasure

It’s lovely here in the Art Fund director’s office, both elegant and cosy. Windows sweep from floor to ceiling, an Iznik bowl on a low table reflects the glow from a gas fire. But, even so, Stephen Deuchar doesn’t seem quite settled. It’s the way he moves warily across the room; turns to stare at his computer when it makes a noise.

Do you feel at home here yet? I ask. ‘No, not yet. But, actually, being uncomfortable isn’t a bad thing.’ Deuchar sits down on a sofa opposite me and grins. ‘I know from having spent 11 years in my last job [he was founding director of Tate Britain] that it’s much easier to see things clearly when you’re uncomfortable and new.’

So what does Dr Deuchar see? Well, the Art Fund is a curious place. Walking into its HQ is like falling down Lewis Carroll’s rabbit hole: every tiny room bustles with arty business; a lady with emerald eyeshadow, orange nails and big, bright magenta hair presides over reception.