Sunday, October 21 |
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I've never understood the notion of "limited edition painting." A painter paints a painting that is then reproduced and sold in a "limited edition" of some number with a few zeros on the end. There's nothing limited about it. The October 15th issue of the New Yorker, the Culture Issue, features an amazing article about Thomas Kinkade (Painter of Light TM) entitled "Art for Everybody." Kinkade doesn't sell paintings he sells "fifteen-hundred dollar lithographic reproductions...printed on textured-brushstroke canvas with an auto-pen Kinkade signature in the lower right hand corner." At "Master Highlighter Events" a specially trained assistant will highlight the picture: "Highlighting a picture is not that different from highlighting your hair: it entails stippling tiny bright dots of pain on the picture to give it more texture and luminescence. The customer could sit with the highlighter and watch the process, and even make requests - for a little more pink in the rosebushes, say, or a bit more green on the trees." While I appreciate any endeavour that brings art into our lives, I just wish that these limited edition painters were a little more honest about their product. People are investing in these works under the impression that they'll one day be worth much, much more. Somehow, I doubt it.
Yesterday? System tray steeple chase. |
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